In the hush of dawn, where shadows play, A golden thread weaves night to day. Whispers of morning kiss the sky, Bidding the moon and stars goodbye. The dew-clad grass in silent cheer, Holds stories of the night, so clear. Birds with melodies sweet and pure, Sing of hope and dreams secure. The sun ascends with radiant grace, Casting light on every place. Each beam, a promise of new beginnings, Mirroring the heart of a true winning. For in the glow of morning’s birth, Lies the courage to unearth A spirit bold, a soul so bright, To conquer darkness with its light. The winner stands, unyielding, strong, Echoing nature’s timeless song. Through trials faced and battles won, They rise anew with each new sun. In morning’s embrace, the victor’s soul, Finds strength in dreams that make them whole. With every dawn, their courage grows, A testament to the path they chose.
By Rtr. Devin Fernando
Image Credits :
Nicely written.
Great one