Scorched Dawn: Sunlight's Fierce Embrace

Beneath the hush of morning’s veil,

a golden hush—

sunlight spills,

soft as breath,

over the waiting earth,

igniting secrets buried deep.

It stirs the shadows,

coaxing them to dance,

each blade of grass

a green awakening

in the gentle, gilded trance.

The heart, once heavy,

lifts—

a field unburdened

by the night’s cold weight,

now brimming

with the promise of harvest,

charged with fierce rebirth.

Every ray a silent whisper:

grow,

open,

become,

transform.

In that first touch,

the world is remade—

not just seen,

but felt—

a quiet surge of hope

rooted deep

in the sun-warmed soil.

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