Light in the Mornings
Tomorrow dawn will come again,
and the light will smile at you.
It does not come from the past —
it begins within you, like a song
only you can hear.
When you paint,
you do not preserve the past,
you create the future.
A happy, free world
where you yourself are the light.
The colours of the paint come alive again,
life is born between your fingers,
the pictures laugh and dance,
and every brushstroke whispers:
“It is good to be here.”
Your friends laugh beside you,
the scent of coffee, music, sunlight,
and you stand in the middle,
full of life, full of day.
You do not have to prove anything,
because who you are is a miracle in itself.
A world that is free,
filled with dreams and possibilities,
where love is natural,
and the sky always remains blue.