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.