Upon a morn, with skies of blush and gold, The world awakes, its routine to unfold. The bustling streets, with life's incessant flow, Unknowing of the fate, the day will throw.

In silent grace, a sparrow takes its flight, A symbol of the peace that reigns despite. The city breathes, its heart in steady beat, Unaware of the trial it soon shall meet.

But then, a shadow cast across the light, A sudden change betrays the day to night. A silence falls, as time itself holds breath, A moment poised between life and death.

From ashes of despair, hope dares to rise, A testament to where our true strength lies.