The morning comes with heavy sighs,
As light peeks through the weeping skies.
Each ray, a whisper of the night,
That echoes grief in softest light.
In silence, shadows dance and sway,
In the gentle promise of the day.
The world awakes, yet hearts still mourn,
In the song of the broken dawn.

This poem captures the bittersweet emergence of a new day, where the beauty of dawn contrasts with the lingering sorrow and loss felt within the heart.