Anew

In the hush of night,

Whispers of dawn brush the sky,

Silver tendrils uncoil,

Slowly, softly, a heart begins to sigh.

Once, shadows stretched long,

A world of silent echoes,

Where voices lost their way,

And feet faltered in the undergrowth.

But the stars, they never ceased,

Dancing in a hidden rhythm,

Guiding from afar,

Their light a gentle hymn.

Beneath the fallen leaves,

The earth holds a secret song,

Quietly humming life,

To roots that thought they'd gone.

Now, with the morning's kiss,

A pulse quickens in the dew,

No longer bound to stone,

The past fades like night's last blue.

So rise, from this tender soil,

Where even bruises bloom,

For every scar tells a tale,

Of finding light in the gloom.

Through the veil of mist,

A path emerges bright,

Step by step, a journey

Into the warmth of light.