Whispers of a New Dawn
The morning breaks in shades of gold, A quiet story yet untold. Soft winds wander through the trees, Carrying secrets in their breeze. Dreams wake gently with the sun, A brand-new day has just begun. Hope steps forward, calm and slow, Watering seeds we’ve yet to sow. And in the rush of daily care, A still small voice is always there— Reminding hearts, both brave and worn, Every ending births a dawn.