Light whispers to the world,
A gentle caress,
A soft, silent rebirth.
With each sunrise,
A symphony of color,
Paints the canvas anew,
A masterpiece, pure and unadorned.
But shadows, too, have their dance,
A silent partner in the light's grand performance,
They weave through the day,
A silent, mysterious form.
In the embrace of night,
Shadows take the lead,
A moonlit ballet,
A world of dreams and secrets, deep.
The eternal dance,
A rhythmic pulse of life,
In every heart that beats,
In every soul that thrives.
Light and shadow,
Two halves of the whole,
In every dawning,
In every setting sun,
They tell the tale of our existence,
A story, old and ever new.