**Golden Dawn**

In the quiet cradle of night,

Where stars whisper secrets to the moon,

The horizon stirs, a canvas of promise,

And the sun readies its ascent.

To begin a new day.

The sky from black turns into a canvas of colors.

The golden dawn is awakening.

A timid blush graces the eastern sky,

As if the heavens themselves hold their breath,

And there it emerges—a fiery phoenix,

Breaking free from night's velvet cocoon.

The golden light is here and with it a new day begins.

©️Poetry by Jasmine

®️Poems by Jasmine 2024