Poetry

Dawn of the Season

In the hush of early dawn, where whispers chase the night,
A tender breeze awakens, heralding the light.
Petals part in gentle bloom, to greet the morning sun,
The world adorns its finest hues, a new season begun.

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The earth, with quiet reverence, dons a vibrant gown,
Emerald fields and sapphire skies, in nature's soft renown.
Birdsong weaves a tapestry, with notes of pure delight,
As life renews in joyful dance, beneath the warming light.