Cathren Gathoni
In the quiet cradle of the morn,
Where whispers of the best sun are born,
Soft tendrils of light begin to creep,
Awakening the world from sleep.
Gentle hues of amber and gold,
Paint the sky with stories untold,
Each ray a brushstroke, warm and bright,
Chasing away the shadows of night.
Dewdrops dance on blades of grass,
Mirroring moments that swiftly pass,
Like laughter shared on a summer’s day,
Fleeting yet precious in every way.
The flutter of wings, a bird takes flight,
A symphony of life, pure and bright,
Nature’s orchestra begins to play,
As the heartbeat of morning greets the day.
Trees whisper secrets in the breeze,
Their leaves a tapestry, rustling with ease,
Roots deep in earth, reaching for sky,
A testament of strength as seasons pass by.
Children awaken with dreams still near,
Chasing the echoes of laughter and cheer,
They run through the fields, arms open wide,
With innocence blooming, they joyfully glide.
Time, like a river, flows ever on,
Yet each dawn is a gift, a new hymn, a new song,
In the tapestry woven, both fragile and strong,
We find our place, where we all belong.
So let us embrace the light of today,
With hearts wide open, come what may,
In the whispers of dawn, hope finds its voice,
In the dance of the morning, we too can rejoice.
By Cathren Gathoni