In the sunrise that blushes, igniting the sky,
There’s magic unfolding, a moment to fly;
As the light breaks the darkness, a canvas anew,
A tapestry woven in pearls of the dew.

The horizon expands, a promise so bright,
With the song of the morning that chases the night;
Each ray of illumination, each golden embrace,
In the dance of the dawn, I find my true place.

For in Nature’s awakening, my spirit takes flight,
Emboldened by colors that banish the night;
With the echo of sunrise, I savor the day,
In the symphony written where beauty holds sway.

• Marcel Proust