Dance In The Bright Air

In the hush before the dawn, when the cold holds the ground,

The wind hums a low tune where lost echoes are found.

Ice loosens its fingers, the soil breathes again,

A slow turning rhythm runs wild through the glen.

Let the light return, feel the spark in our veins,

Shadows break apart, silver drips through the chains.

Every golden thread stitching dreams into day,

Let the light return, let it show us the way.

Through the frost-bitten earth, pale shoots push their claim,

A pattern of promise in nature's quiet frame.

The still air is woven with whispers that guide,

We move with the pulse of the world's rising tide.

Let the light return, feel the spark in our veins,

Shadows break apart, silver drips through the chains.

Every golden thread stitching dreams into day,

Let the light return, let it show us the way.

Morning's breath carries the laughter of the young,

Their footsteps like drumbeats in songs yet unsung.

The sky spills its colours on fields washed in dew,

Each heartbeat is a promise that the daylight renews.

Come closer to the circle, let your voices entwine,

Trade the weight of winter for the warmth we design.

For each bud that opens, each petal that dares,

We'll dance in the bright air and cast off our cares.

Let the light return, feel the spark in our veins,

Shadows break apart, silver drips through the chains.

Every golden thread stitching dreams into day,

Let the light return, let it show us the way.

The dark slips away, like a tale half-told,

We step into the glow, into colours bold.

The light returns, and with it we rise,

Under open horizons and ever-changing skies.