Gentle dawn unfurls its golden wings,
As February's whisper softly sings.
A canvas of promise, this Sunday morn,
Where dreams and reality are reborn.
Frost-kissed windows, a sparkling sight,
Painted by winter's fading light.
Yet in each crystal, a story unfolds,
Of spring's approach, brave and bold.
Rise, dear souls, to this symphony of hues,
Where courage blooms and hope renews.
In your heart, let warmth take flight,
Embracing the day with pure delight.
For in this moment, as seconds tick by,
You are the author of your own sky.
Paint it with laughter, love, and grace,
And watch your world transform apace.
So greet this morn with open arms,
For it brings a thousand hidden charms.
In every breath, a chance to be,
The very best of you, wild and free.