The Canvas Of Dawn

In the dawn’s first whisper, the sky’s canvas hums, Brushstrokes of light spill from golden tongues, Mountains of doubt in shadowed embrace, Recede as the sun’s fingers paint its face. Fields of promise stretch, a quilt of dreams, Woven with threads of silvered seams, Each blade of grass, a soldier in line, Salutes the light as if it were divine. Rivers of resolve carve paths unseen, Through valleys of effort where hopes convene, The stones beneath, silent witnesses’ grace, Hold the weight of will in their steadfast place. Stars above, those distant guides so bright, Tug at the heartstrings of the night, Their twinkling eyes trace celestial arcs, Mapping the way through the cosmos’ sparks. Embrace the dawn’s embrace with open hands, As the heart's compass forever stands, Guiding you through dreams’ vast terrain, Where the spirit’s fire fuels the flame.