In the hush before light breaks free,
Darkness trembles, soft and slow,
Horizon's breath, a gentle plea
For golden streams to start to flow.

Soft amber threads begin to weave
Across the sky's expansive canvas,
Where night's dark shadows now retrieve
And morning's palette starts to dance us.

Rays of gold like liquid fire
Cascade across the sleeping earth,
Each moment climbing ever higher
Announcing day's majestic birth.

Dew-kissed meadows start to gleam,
Shadows retreat on silent feet,
The world awakens from its dream
As light and hope and promise meet.

O sunrise! Painter of the sky,
Your brushstrokes gentle, warm, and bright,
Transforming darkness as you fly
And banish every trace of night.