Me – At First Light

The world is still, the sky a hush,

A gentle breath, a golden blush.

And there you are, not just awake—

But rising with the day you make.

You carry quiet storms and grace,

A mirror of the stars in space.

You listen deep before you speak,

You bend with strength, not made for weak.

You love in folds, in layered light,

In moments others miss at night.

A healer made from both the sun

And shadowed work that’s never done.

But even now, beneath this sky,

You get to be—no need to try.

So take your time, sip slow, begin—

The morning starts and ends within.