In the morning's tender embrace, a golden glow,
The sun ascends with a radiant show.
Its fingers of light, a gentle caress,
Awakening the world, a sweet finesse.
A canvas of azure, painted on high,
As sunbeams dance in the cerulean sky.
A symphony of warmth, a radiant kiss,
Igniting the day in a celestial bliss.
Golden tendrils weave through leaves,
Whispering secrets the dawn conceives.
Nature sighs, as if in pure delight,
Under the sun's enchanting light.
Meadows adorned in a luminescent sheen,
A tapestry of hues, vibrant and serene.
Butterflies waltz in the soft morning air,
Chasing dreams, without a single care.
The sun, a poet, with rays to compose,
Verses of light, where beauty flows.
Each dawn a chapter, each sunset a rhyme,
A sonnet written in the language of time.
On the horizon, where the sun does retire,
A kaleidoscope of colors, a celestial fire.
Reflecting on waters, a shimmering sea,
As the sun whispers, "Goodnight, dream with me."
Oh, sunshine, a ballad of joy and grace,
Painting the world in an amber embrace.
In your embrace, the day finds its tune,
A harmonious hymn, a radiant boon.
About the Creator
Airam James
"All that is gold does not glitter, not all those who wander are lost." - J.R.R. Tolkien.
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