In the dawn's hush, the sun awakes,
Painting the sky with golden flakes.
A breeze stirs the jasmine trees,
And whispers secrets to the breeze.
Birds flit and flutter in the light,
Their melodies a joyful sight.
The world is fresh and new, reborn,
As daybreak greets another morn.
The morning air is cool and clear,
A moment cherished, oh so dear.
As life begins anew each day,
And we embrace it on our way.
In Persian style, the morning sings,
A symphony of wondrous things.
As the sun climbs up to its throne,
The world awakens to its own.
