Poem about Dawn

The sky begins to softly glow,
As shadows fade and light will grow.
A golden hue, so pure, so bright,
Unfolds the day from the arms of night.

The stars retreat, their work is done,
As dawn arrives with the rising sun.
A gentle breeze stirs through the trees,
A quiet hush upon the seas.

The world awakens, calm and slow,
As nature’s rhythm starts to flow.
The sky, a canvas painted wide,
With hues of pink and purple, tied.

Each ray of light, a whispered song,
A melody that carries on,
As dawn unfolds its gentle grace,
A brand-new day, a fresh embrace.