"Awakening in the silence of dawn, even the coldest stones cradle the warmth of welcome."
In swirling mist the castle looms so grand
Where spires reach out like dreams trying to stand
The dawn spills gold across the ancient stone
In every window, warmth is softly sown
A pathway winds through blooms of vibrant hue
As nature stirs, revealing worlds anew
Majestic peaks embrace the waking day
In whispers of the morn, the heart finds its way.
