The Quiet Power of Being First Awake
By Saywisely
1 min read
Oct 14, 2024
The house still breathes its sleeping sighs,
Beneath my feet, the darkness lies.
I am the keeper of the dawn,
Before the day is fully drawn.
This cup of coffee, warm and deep,
A secret that is mine to keep.
This silent hour, a gift of grace,
Before the world begins its race.
Beneath my feet, the darkness lies.
I am the keeper of the dawn,
Before the day is fully drawn.
This cup of coffee, warm and deep,
A secret that is mine to keep.
This silent hour, a gift of grace,
Before the world begins its race.