Morning blooms with whispers so soft,
In crimson horizons, aloft.
With golden rays kissing the dew,
It paints the world in hues anew.
Birds serenade with songs so sweet,
As day and night gracefully meet.
With promises whispered in flowers’ ears,
Morning dispels the nightly fears.
In the warm embrace of dawn’s tender hugging,
The world awakes, a new day budding.