Quiet Beauty Of Dawn Poem by ashok jadhav

Before the sun remembers how to shine,
The sky lies pale, a whispering shade of grey;
Night loosens slowly from the edge of time,
And dreams slip softly from the world away.
A hush hangs low on fields still wet with dew,
Each blade of grass holds light it cannot name;
The air is cool, the earth feels clean and new,
As if the day has just been born of flame.
No voice is loud—yet everything can speak:
The distant call of birds, the waking tree;
In dawn's calm breath, the weary hearts grow meek,
And learn again the grace of simply being.
So stands my soul, unstirred by rush or sound,
Finding its peace where morning first is found.