Quiet Rebirth

Morning has blossomed, a breath made of light,
A whisper of dawn after longest night.
The shadows are fading, they loosen their hold,
The world is awakening, tender and bold.
The air feels familiar, yet something is new,
As if all is seen with a clearer, soft view.

Morning has broken, the dawn is a grace,
Each sunrise reveals me my place in this space.
A shift in the soul, like the dark rolled away,
A quiet becoming of light into day.
Yes, morning has broken, and softly I stand,
This beautiful unfolding held in my hand.

The birds sing of wonder, the dew softly gleams,
The earth holds the silence of answered dreams.
The echoes of yesterday drift into light,
No longer in shadow, no longer in night.
I see with new eyes all the colours appear,
A world gently opening, luminous, clear.

It wasn’t forgetting, nor turning aside,
But gathering all that I’ve carried inside.
A weaving of moments, both fragile and strong,
Becoming the place where I finally belong.

Morning has broken, the dawn is a grace,
Each sunrise reveals me my place in this space.
A shift in the soul, like the dark rolled away,
A quiet becoming of light into day.

Morning has broken, the light on the land,
A world reawakened, so quietly grand.
Gently, so gently, the new day is born,
And hope like a whisper returns with the morn.

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