Through darkness deep and shadows long,
Night's velvet shroud begins to fade,
As morning whispers nature's song,
In dew drops fresh and leafy glade.
First rays pierce through the misty veil,
Like golden threads through silver weave,
Each beam a story yet to tell,
Each moment precious to perceive.
The world awakens breath by breath,
As colors paint the eastern sky,
Life resurrected from its nightly death,
Darkness bids its last goodbye.
Birds chirp and herald forth the coming day,
Their chorus sweet with joy untold,
As shadows slowly slip away,
Clouds trimmed with shimmering gold.
Hope rises with the morning star,
A beacon in the growing light,
Erasing wounds and yesterday scars,
That marked our passage through the night.
Each sunrise brings a clean new page,
Unwritten stories yet to bloom,
Released from yesterday's dark cage,
We step out from our winter's tomb.
The path spreads out before our feet,
As morning opens every door,
Our hearts with fresh conviction beat,
To reach what we've been waiting for.
And in this Light we understand
That hope, like morning, always comes,
To touch us with its gentle hand,
And wake us when we've grown too numb.
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