A gentle hue, where night and morning meet,
April's soft breath, a day both calm and sweet.
Like sapling's rise, we greet this dawn anew,
With hearts that bloom, and spirits fresh and true.
The air is light, a whispered, tender grace,
A subtle shift, where shadows interlace.
Each moment's pause, a canvas softly drawn,
With hues of hope, a brand new day is born.
Let gentle thoughts, like petals, softly fall,
As morning's light, dispels the night's dark pall.
In quiet strength, let dreams begin to rise,
Nourished by peace, beneath the April skies.
Like river's flow, where gentle currents gleam,
Let wisdom's course, fulfill a hopeful dream.
In morning's song, let your own spirit play,
With quiet strength, to brighten all the day.
So greet this dawn, a gift of gentle light,
With open heart, and spirit pure and bright.
For in this day, a new beginning lies,
Where gentle grace, in every moment, flies.
—SpiruChat