By Mohammad A.Yousef
With each gentle whisper of dawn,
the world stirs from sleep,
soft pastels brushing the sky,
a canvas awakening with light.
Gold spills across rooftops,
dancing on the leaves,
stretching over the sleepy fields,
as if to say,
"Hey, look here!
Another chance awaits! "
The air is fresh,
filled with promises,
and in the heart of every soul,
hope begins to flicker—
alive, bright,
like the sun itself rising
over the edges of a spent night.
Birds sing, their sweet notes soaring,
crickets quiet,
the echoes of yesterday
fall away like shadows,
vanishing with the fading stars,
which keep their secrets but for a moment longer.
A child's laughter breaks through,
the sound of a new story beginning—
one filled with dreams yet to take flight,
possibilities waiting like flowers
to stretch up towards the sky.
Hands stretch and yawn
as people emerge from their cocoons,
eyes wide, eager, hesitant,
some carrying yesterday's weight,
others tossing it aside,
willing to believe the dawn holds magic.
Time pauses, just for a breath,
allowing us to embrace the moment,
to feel the warmth wrapping around us,
like a warm blanket on a cold day,
a reminder that life is full of turns,
and today, like every sunrise,
offers a new beginning.
Under this vast canvas, we stand,
ready or not,
to chase the sun.
Each ray a nudge,
a call to rise and shine,
to find our paths
and carve our stories
into the fabric of the day.
So as the sun climbs higher,
let us leave behind doubt,
let us step forward,
taking what we've learned,
and embracing today—
for every sunrise arrives
with a promise,
a chance to start anew.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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