Dawn’s Promise

“Dawn’s Promise”

In the quiet hush of morning’s embrace, When the sun tiptoes across the sky, Hope unfurls its wings, a delicate grace, And whispers secrets to hearts that sigh.

Each dawn is a canvas, blank and wide, Where yesterday’s sorrows gently fade, A chance to rewrite stories, turn the tide, And find solace in the promises made.

The dew-kissed petals, fragile and bright, Bloom anew, resilient against life’s storms, Their fragrance a reminder of endless light, As dawn weaves hope into our very forms.

So rise, dear soul, with courage unbound, Embrace the dawn’s gift, a fresh start, For every sunrise whispers, without a sound, “Today, my friend, you hold a beating heart.”