The Joy of a Sunrise

26 Nov 2025

Gold spills on the silent bay, the world inhales the newborn day,
Shadows shrink and hush takes flight, hearts awake to morning's light.

A chorus lifts from boughs and lawn, each note a promise newly drawn,
Dew gems the grass with silver glow, and hope returns to all we know.

Step into gold, leave night behind, carry its warmth in heart and mind,
Each rising day a gentle prize, joy reborn beneath wide skies.