# First Light

A hush of velvet, deep and vast,  
The world holds breath, its shadows cast.  
A single thread of gold appears,  
To dry the canvas of our tears.

The hills ignite, a whispered fire,  
Fulfilling dawn’s soft, deep desire.  
The sky, a bruise of purple, grey,  
Surrenders to the coming day.

And there it hangs, a perfect sphere,  
To wash away the doubt and fear.  
A silent promise, warm and bright,  
The world is born again in light.