Lyrics
The morning sun begins to rise,
Painting gold across the skies.
A gentle breeze whispers near,
Carrying hope for hearts to hear.
The river flows with steady grace,
Like time that none can slow or chase.
Dreams take flight on wings of light,
Turning shadows into bright.
With every beat, life sings anew,
A melody for me and you.
Style
relaxingcalmhappy song
Credits
Prompt byDigitalCoda440
GeneratedSep 30, 2025
ModelAria v4
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