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.