Whispers of Dawn

The stars have sung their final song,
A hush of darkness won't last long.
Each morning drips in golden hues,
Painting skies with tender clues.

Beneath the frost, new life will rise,
Dreams rekindle in weary eyes.
Though shadows linger, hearts will mend,
For every night bends to the end.

The wind carries whispers of the past,
Soft echoes of moments that couldn’t last.
Yet every leaf that trembles in the light
Reminds the world of survival’s might.

Rivers, once frozen, now find their path,
Cutting through stone, embracing their wrath.
Mountains wear snow like crowns of old,
Silent witnesses to stories untold.

So take each dawn with open hands,
Let it guide you through unknown lands.
Hope is not loud, it doesn’t demand,
It simply blooms, like life unplanned.

Every step you take, though small and slow,
Is proof of courage that continues to grow.
And when you falter, as we all must do,
The sun will rise again, just for you.