Day Way

As dawn breaks softly, the day finds its way,

Unfolding in colors of the morning’s first ray.

The sun climbs high in a sky so clear,

Guiding us gently, dispelling the fear.

With each passing hour, the day unfolds new,

A tapestry woven in hues of gold and blue.

Moments drift by on the breeze of time,

In the rhythm of life, both tender and prime.

The path of the day is a journey we take,

Through laughter and trials, choices we make.

With the setting sun, as shadows play,