“Whispers of Dawn”

“Whispers of Dawn” captures heather hills awakening in golden light, their purple blooms shimmering as the sun breaks through. Colors rise like a morning chorus, filling the land with hope as a new day is born.

WHISPERS OF DAWN

Golden light climbs the heather hills,
Purple waves where the morning thrills.
Blue turns to gold as the sun breaks through,
Morning light paints world anew.

Whispers of dawn, rising so strong,
Heather-bright hills where our hearts belong.
Orange and gold in a flowering stream,
Life comes alive in the morning dream.

Tiny blooms catch the first warm ray,
Rolling fields sing the break of day.
Primrose fire and lavender song,
Guiding our steps as we move along.

Every bloom is calling, shining in the haze,
Colors rise together, set the sky ablaze.

Whispers of dawn, rising so strong,
Heather-bright hills where our hearts belong.
Orange and gold in a flowering stream,
Life comes alive in the morning dream.

Hills awaken, the shadows are gone,
Hope is alive as night has gone.

Whispers of dawn, rising so strong,
Shadows roll back, a new day is born.