A quiet breath before the light,
The sky still wearing shades of night.
Then gently, like a hopeful sigh,
A golden thread unseals the sky.
It climbs the edge of silent dreams,
Turns fading stars to silver streams.
The earth awakens, soft and slow,
As morning paints its tender glow.
Each ray a promise breaking through,
A whispered start, a world made new.
And in that hush, I find my place—
Sunrise warming empty space.
Dr Anamika
