In morning's gentle, golden light, Awake from dreams, the world feels right. The whispering breeze, the bird's sweet song, Guide us gently, where dreams belong. With sleepy eyes, the dawn we meet, Embrace the day, its promise sweet. A fresh new start, a chance to be, To chase the dreams that set us free. In these early hours, our minds ignite, Creativity blooms in softest light. With open hearts, we greet the sun, In morning's glow, new life begun.