In the quiet hush before the day, Shadows linger, then drift away. The sky, a canvas, pale and wide, Holds secrets the night can’t hide. A leaf trembles in a gentle breeze, Dancing softly among the trees. Every heartbeat, every sigh, Is a story the stars write in the sky. Mountains wait with patient grace, Rivers carve a timeless space. Even when the path feels long, The heart knows where it belongs. So rise with courage, step by stride, Let the light be your quiet guide. For though the world may twist and bend, There’s always beauty at the end.