Day

In the cradle of dawn, the day is born anew,

Birdsong heralds the sun's gentle rise,

Painting landscapes with golden dyes.

Morning unfolds with a whispered breeze,

Stirring leaves on ancient trees.

Time dances onward, moments unfold,

In every heartbeat, stories untold.

Noonday sun arcs its fiery crest,

Casting shadows where dreams rest.

Life's rhythm beats in steady rhyme,

Marking hours, fleeting time.

Evening descends in a tranquil sigh,

Painting twilight with a soft, lullaby.

Stars emerge, a celestial display,

Guiding dreams through night and day.

In the tapestry of hours, moments play,

Each day a journey, in its own unique way.