In dawn's embrace, a pier aglow,
With hues of purple and orange flow.
Morning's tender light unveils,
A canvas painted, dreams set sails.

Each step on wood, a whispered sigh,
As waves serenade the waking sky.
Inhale the quiet, exhale the night,
A symphony of dawn takes flight.

Breathe out the shadows, breathe in the morn,
Where purple whispers, orange is born.
The pier, a stage for day's debut,
In every exhale, a world anew.