White
Whispers of the Morning
The dawn unwraps in golden hues,
Soft whispers on the morning breeze,
The world awakes from dreams anew,
With hope that dances through the trees.
The sky, a canvas brushed with light,
As shadows fade and night withdraws,
The day begins, so pure, so bright,
Inviting us to pause, to pause.
In every step, a rhythm flows,
In every breath, a spark of grace,
The beauty of the moment grows,
In nature’s quiet, tender pace.
Let’s carry this within our hearts,
As time unfolds the hours ahead,
For in each day, a magic starts,
Where peace and joy are softly spread.
©Ajita Bansal
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