Dawn enters the threshold of the ebony sky,
nature’s nimble quill, pens scarlet verses across the yonder,
broody clouds pale under the dazzle of the sun.
As the empyrean canvas welcomes a new day, singing a lyrical ballad,
I surrender my pain to celestial heavens, bask under its benevolent grace.
The reflective solitude of the morn, envelopes me with abundant peace.