Singing Morning Poem by Ojeikpo Elijah

The morning sings sweet melodies,
A symphony of birds in the light,
Each note a gift from nature, sight to see,
As sunrise paints the world with colors bright.

The air is crisp, the dew on petals gleams,
A gentle breeze whispers through the trees,
And all around, the world is full of dreams,
As singing morning brings us to our knees.

The songs of nature fill our hearts with love,
A serenade that lifts us to the sky,
Each note a blessing from the One above,
A gift that money cannot buy.

So let us listen to the morning's song,
And let our hearts and souls forever long.
Though the night hastened,
It wouldn't last the rising of sun