Title: A Symphony of Dawn

In the tapestry of twilight hues, Where moonbeams fade, and stars refuse, Awakens a
realm where dreams are born, In the arms of morn, a symphony adorned.

A canvas painted with rosy blush, The sun ascends with a gentle hush, The sky a canvas,
an artist's delight, In hues of gold and pink so bright.

The world unfolds, a tender embrace, A dance of shadows, a tender grace, The morning
whispers a lullaby, To bid farewell to the night's lullaby.

In dew-kissed meadows, blossoms sway, A chorus of birds greets the day, Their
melodies float on fragrant air, A serenade sweet, beyond compare.

Rippling streams, a silver thread, Through emerald fields, their course they tread, With
every babble, a tale is told, Of secrets kept and stories old.

Mountains rise, their peaks reach high, Towards the heavens, they touch the sky, A
cradle for the morning sun, As it journeys on its course begun.