In the tapestry of dawn, April's whisper unfurls,
A cosmic dance of light, as consciousness swirls.
Sixth day of promise, twenty-five's gentle reign,
Sunday's embrace, a balm for worldly pain.
Awaken, dear soul, to spring's tender song,
Where blossoms of hope have waited so long.
In gardens of dreams, where spirits take flight,
Hafiz's wisdom glows, a beacon so bright.
Let your essence soar on wings of the morn,
As joy and wonder are freshly reborn.
In the grand tapestry of life's sacred art,
You are a masterpiece, playing your part.
Embrace this moment, a gift pure and true,
For in its depths, the Divine shines through.
With each step forward, let your spirit shine,
And in this day, may you truly divine.