Before the merchants open their doors,
before the baker shapes the morning bread,
the sky rehearses its daily miracle—
painting promises in shades of fire.
The mountains stand as ancient witnesses,
their peaks catching gold before the valleys wake.
Each ray a geometric hymn,
each gradient a silent symphony.
This is the hour of becoming,
when yesterday dissolves into possibility,
when even shadows lean toward the light,
eager to be reborn.