Whispers Of Dawn

In the quiet murmur of light, before the world shakes the sleep from its eyes, a symphony of shadows awakens, dancing among the faded echoes of night. Silent roads stretch their weary backs, bearing the weight of dreams and forgotten footsteps, while trees, ancient guardians of stillness, weave their fingers through the soft breath of a rising sun. Birdsong splashes in the crisp morning air, a gentle reminder of time's unending march, as clouds drift lazily, drawing stories in the vastness of blue. Here, in this quilt of beginnings, every blade of grass is a secret waiting to unfold, each dewdrop a universe of endless possibilities, cradled in the palm of this tender, fleeting moment. A world stands poised, on the cusp of its own opening, as I watch in reverent silence, another day unfurls from the whispering dawn.