Wit Wat Wet

The sky unrolls its golden thread, Shadows flee where soft light's spread, Morning hums a gentle song, Calling weary hearts along. A world reborn with every breath, The quiet pulse that conquers death, In whispers soft, the dawn awakes, And all the night's old silence breaks. Through velvet dark, a promise gleams, Hope carried on the silver streams, Of light that bathes the earth below, And sets the hearts of dreamers aglow.