Silent whispers in the morning breeze,
Stirring the soul with a gentle ease,
Secrets of Dawn in Soft Sunlight,
Summoning dreams from the depths of night.
Serenade of birds in the waking hour,
Sowing seeds of hope with delicate power,
Shadows retreat as the day begins,
Spirits rise with the sun's warm hymns.
Splendor unfolds in nature's embrace,
Sapphire skies, a canvas of grace,
Symphony of life in every hue,
Sculpting beauty, both old and new.
So let us wander this world of ours,
Seeking solace in its quiet hours,
For in the symphony of the morning's start,
We find the rhythm of the beating heart.
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