At dawn, Lake Michigan stirs, a canvas of light,
The sunrise spills gold, banishing night.
Two piers stretch forth, like arms open wide,
Guiding the soul where heaven’s gates bide.
Rosy hues dance on waves soft and slow,
Each ripple a whisper of dreams’ gentle flow.
The sky blushes pink, then burns fiery red,
As sunlight anoints the lake’s boundless bed.
Between the piers, a path seems to gleam,
A stairway of radiance, a celestial dream.
The horizon ignites, with hope’s tender call,
Promising peace to the hearts of us all.
O sunrise, O lake, in this moment divine,
Your beauty’s a bridge to the sacred, sublime.
With piers as our guides, we’re led to the skies,
Where heaven’s embrace in the morning light lies.