Rays of the Rising Sun
Embracing Hope with Every New Dawn
Rays of the Rising Sun
Embracing Hope with Every New Dawn
Each morning paints the sky anew,
With shades of gold and gentle blue.
The darkest night must step aside,
As light returns with quiet pride.
The breeze is soft, the world is still,
Yet every leaf begins to thrill.
The sun climbs high with steady grace,
A warm smile on the planet’s face.
No dream is lost, no hope too small,
The dawn has room to hold them all.
It whispers, “Try just one more day,”
And gently clears the clouds away.
So rise, dear soul, and greet the light,
Let go of worry, fear, and fright.
For every sunrise starts a song—
A chance to heal, to grow, belong.
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By Muhammad Saad 3 months ago in Poets
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