Dreamscape Palms

In the hush of dawn's first breath, A misty morning, softly dressed, Where shadows dance with gentle grace, And whispers linger in the space.

The orange sun begins to peel, A muted sky, a dreamer's seal, Veiled in haze, it softly burns, As daylight gently turns.

Palms sway Hushed in misty air, Their silhouettes both bold and rare, Like dreams that drift on morning's breath, A fleeting charm, a silent death.

In this Dreamscape, time slows near, A tranquil start, so sweet, so clear, A canvas painted in muted hues, A dawn of dreams for me and you.