The sky, a canvas, dark and deep,
Where silent, waiting stars still sleep.
A whisper soft, a thread of grey,
To hint the coming of the day.
Then streaks of lavender and rose,
A gentle blush that softly grows.
The sun, a painter, takes its time,
To craft a masterpiece sublime.
The birds awaken, start their tune,
Beneath the slowly fading moon.
The world awakes in golden light,
And bids a soft farewell to night.
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Really beautiful 🌼🌼🌼