First Light Of Morning.

I wake to touch the early air,
While shadows softly fade and clear;
Above the hills, a golden glow,
The first bright sun begins to grow.

It spills across the window sill,
Turning dark corners soft and still;
It paints the sky in pink and gold,
A promise that the day unfolds.

No matter what the night has brought,
No weight of worry, fear or thought —
This light reminds me to begin,
With hope and peace deep within.

The first sunbeam is nature’s way,
To say: “Here comes a brand new day.”
I breathe it in, I feel its grace,
And welcome light upon my face.

The first morning sun does not erase yesterday’s struggles, but it gives us the strength to face them again. Every sunrise is a gift — a chance to start over, to breathe deep, and to walk forward with a lighter heart.