The stillness of the dawn Holds its breath, waiting, As light spills over the horizon, Slowly illuminating the dew, A fresh canvas painted in hues, Nature awakens, tenderly, Caressing the world anew, In this soft, golden embrace.
- Louise Bogan
The stillness of the dawn Holds its breath, waiting, As light spills over the horizon, Slowly illuminating the dew, A fresh canvas painted in hues, Nature awakens, tenderly, Caressing the world anew, In this soft, golden embrace.