Golden Dawn of Hope

Golden rays descended from the sky,

Lighting the lamp of hope nearby.

As the fragrant breeze came alive,

Every bud began to smile and thrive.

The soft murmur of flowing streams,

Echoed with melodies like sweet dreams.

Temple bells chimed in pure delight,

Awakening hearts with sacred light.

In the blue sky, gentle and clear,

The sun smiled with warmth sincere.

Bringing the weekend’s peaceful call,

The morning arrived, bright for all.

Soft shadows from tender rays,

Chased away the tired days.

This blessed Friday dawn, so pure,

Brought new life and dreams, for sure.

This Poems Another Means

From the sky, golden rays descend,

Bringing hope where sorrows end.

The fragrant breeze, so fresh, so sweet,

Wakes every bud the sunbeams meet.

The stream sings with a soothing sound,

As peace and joy gently surround.

Temple bells in rhythm chime,

Filling hearts with love sublime.

The clear blue sky, the sun’s soft gleam,

Feels like living in a dream.

The weekend whispers, calm and bright,

With morning’s touch of golden light.

Soft rays embrace the weary soul,

Healing hearts and making whole.

This Friday dawn, serene and true,

Brings life, hope, and dreams anew.