A Symphony of Dawn

In the velvet arms of the early morn,

I awaken to the songbird's serenade,

Echoing melodies that break the scorn

Of night's retreat - a symphony cascading.

The taste of dawn, like dew-kissed leaves,

A hint of green, a whisper of earth,

In the silence, my spirit weaves,

A story of rebirth.

Beneath my feet, the cool grass dances,

Tickling toes with a lover's touch,

In this moment, the world entrances,

With a feeling that says so much.

A palette of colors paints the sky,

The blush of dawn, the blue of day,

In the canvas of morning, my dreams lie,

In hues that chase the dark away.

The scent of blooming jasmine floats,

In the air, a sweet perfume,

Each note, within my heart it dotes,

Dispelling the vestiges of gloom.

My morning cup, in its warmth, I cradle,

Steam curling up like a lover's sigh,

The world is a poem, no need for a label,

As the morning unfurls beneath the sky.