The Crown of Dawn

The night dissolves, a fading dream,

Its shadows melt in golden gleam.

A fiery crown, the morning’s heir,

Rises high through heaven's air.

The trees bow low in reverence deep,

As light awakens what shadows keep.

Mountains blaze with crimson fire,

A symphony of earth's desire.

Each dewdrop clings, a crystal tear,

Reflecting worlds both far and near.

A fleeting gem on nature’s thread,

A whispered vow where life is fed.

Oh, sovereign sun, your reign is brief,

A fleeting tale of joy and grief.

Yet in your glow, we live, we strive,

For each new dawn keeps hope alive.

The day shall pass, as all things must,

And yield its crown to night’s deep trust.

But in the dark, one truth remains—

Each dawn reborn, breaks heaven’s chains.