Dawn’s Embrace

The dawn spills gold across the fields’ embrace,

With amber rivers winding soft and wide.

Each blade and leaf bathed in a gentle grace,

A warmth that lingers close, yet free to glide.

The world renews, yet I feel small, unseen,

As shadows shrink and fold beneath the sky.

And here begins the daylight’s tender sheen,

Its reach a vow that darkness can’t deny.

But then—a shift, a blaze of deeper hue,

Where daylight meets the soul’s unguarded flight.

It stirs a pulse within the morning dew,

Revealing secrets woven into light.

I walk within this glow that knows no end,

Where all things lost and luminous descend.