Morning Mood
In the hush of dawn, a quiet man stirs,
Awakening to the whispers of the world.
The veil of night gently lifts and blurs,
As the tapestry of a new day is unfurled.
The sun, a radiant orb, ascends the sky,
Casting a golden glow on the land below.
A symphony of light, a silent lullaby,
Inspires the man with a hopeful glow.
The morning’s mood, serene and bright,
Reflects in the man’s tranquil eyes.
Embracing the promise of the light,
He marvels at the sun’s rise.
A new day dawns, fresh and clear,
Filled with potential, devoid of strife.
The quiet man holds this moment dear,
A symbol of hope and the renewal of life.
In the face of trials, he finds his fortitude,
Resilience shining, a beacon in the night.
He seeks truth and, in doing so creating a beatitude,
A testament to his unwavering fight.
