Whispers of Dawn

Beneath the veil of the midnight hue,  

The stars hum songs the heart once knew.  

A silver thread, the moonlight weaves,  

Through quiet woods and trembling leaves.  

The winds, they speak in a softened tone,  

Of dreams unbound, of seeds unsown.  

Each shadow dances, a fleeting trace,  

Of time's embrace in its quiet grace.  

And as the horizon begins to glow,  

A golden promise starts to show.  

The dawn arrives, a gentle flare,  

Dispelling darkness with tender care.  

For every night that cloaks the skies,  

A brighter day will always rise.  

So hold your hope, though the hours seem long,  

For morning hums its eternal song.