In the morning sky, colours burst with delight,
each one is vying for our gaze, isn't it an exquisite sight.
As the sun's golden rays illuminate the blushing pink clouds,
we stay mesmerized while the azure sky resonates with sound.
And when orange flames waltz with red and purple tones,
we lift our gaze and joyfully awaken from our slumbering zone.
We see green lush fields sway to the rhythm of the breeze,
while colours blend effortlessly with ease.
Indigo hues meld with the pink-orange dawn,
and yellow radiance brings hope to every fawn.
As the globe is painted with a spectrum of hues,
each instant becomes a spectacular display of ruse.
Every day from dawn to dusk, the nature sings and dance,
To the melody of colours, until the evening advance.
Great way to begin our day, morning sun, nature, birds, animals all are afresh and in good mood, we all commemorate the morning period with immense excitement. Splendid/ vibrant verse.
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I pick these lines: As the sun's golden rays illuminate the blushing pink clouds, we stay mesmerized while the azure sky resonates with sound.