The dawn spills gold across the sky,
Whispering secrets as night waves goodbye.
Each leaf on the trees catches a glow,
A gentle nudge to move, to grow.
The air hums softly with invisible wings,
Carrying dreams and the smallest of things.
Footsteps echo on streets half-awake,
Moments of quiet that we silently take.
Coffee steams in hands that reach,
For warmth, for comfort, for what the day teaches.
The world stirs slowly, a careful ballet,
Shadows retreat as light finds its way.
Voices rise, some harsh, some kind,
But in the hum, a rhythm you’ll find.
A song of living, imperfect, alive,
A daily reminder that we all survive.
Pause for the sky, the wind, the rain,
The fleeting joy, the subtle pain.
For in each breath, each heartbeat’s beat,
Lie stories untold, whole and complete.
The day unfolds like a folded map,
Edges frayed, corners worn, gaps to gap.
Step forward with courage, with laughter, with grace,
Every moment a gift, every hour a space.
Evening will come with stars in its hair,
Quiet and tender, a soft, knowing stare.
Rest, reflect, and let your heart say:
I lived this day fully, in my own way.
