A symphony of sunrise

 

 

​The sun begins to peek and gleam,

A gentle warmth, a golden beam.

The world awakes, a sleepy sigh,

As morning mist begins to fly.

​I step outside, the air so crisp,

A whispered promise, gently kissed

By dawn's soft breath, a sweet embrace,

A tranquil start, at nature's pace.

​The dew-kissed grass beneath my feet,

A symphony of sounds, so sweet.

A robin's song, a cheerful trill,

From branches high, upon the hill.

​The sleepy flowers, heads held low,
Begin to open, start to glow.
A vibrant canvas, green and bright,
Unfolding softly in the light.
​A tiny bee, a buzzing friend,
Flits to a blossom, without end.
The gentle rustle of the leaves,
A story whispered through the trees.
​The path unwinds, a winding way,
I walk and breathe, and greet the day.
With every step, a peace I find,
Leaving the busy world behind.
​So grateful for this quiet hour,
In nature's calm, its gentle power.

A morning walk, a sweet delight,

To fill my soul with pure daylight.