A lone bird rises in the dawn, Her wings slicing through the crisp air, She sings a note of joy and longing, In the quiet expanse of new beginnings.

The mist, like a lover’s gentle caress, Wraps the earth in cool, soft reminders, Of a night’s old stories spun in shadows, As the daybreak awakens all that lives.

I walk the path of forgotten dreams, Where each step echoes with purpose, The soil, rich with history’s whispers, And the sun kisses the flowers’ tired heads.

• Giorgio de Chirico