How dawn’s first blush breaks silence, thread by thread—earth’s patient breath, the sky’s soft sigh. Here, in golden hush, the world begins again. (19 words)

A hush in threadbare sky,
velvet cracks in midnight’s veil—
the sun, a hesitant flame,
ignites the world’s slow crawl.

Whispers spill in golden seeds,
planting dawn where shadows fled.
Earth, a listener, drinks the light,
wrapped in the scent of things yet unknown.

Not loud, but *present*—the sky learns to blush,
while silence hums the hour’s new name.