The Symphony Of Dawn Poem by Oscar Auliq-Ice

As the first light of morning, gently breaks the night's dark spell,
The world awakens softly, in hues of pink and pastel.
A symphony begins to play, so tender and so grand,
As dawn caresses the slumbering earth, with its gentle, glowing hand.

The robin, herald of the day, lifts its voice to sing,
A melody that tenderly, ushers in the spring.
The dew-kissed petals slowly unveil, their colors, vibrant and bright,
Embracing the delicate warmth, of the softly glowing light.

Mountains cloak themselves in hues, of orange, pink, and gold,
A sight of majestic tranquility, timeless and bold.
Rivers shimmer with reflections, of the emerging, splendid sky,
As they meander through the landscapes, under the watchful eye.

Grasses dance with the whispering wind, in a rhythmic, graceful sway,
Celebrating the arrival, of a brand new day.
The horizon, painted skillfully, with strokes so wide and free,
Invites the sun to climb aboard, and bathe the world in glee.

In every gentle rustle of leaves, and in the buzzing of the bees,
We hear the symphony of dawn, carried on the breeze.
As light cascades upon the world, from the radiant, rising sphere,
Let's welcome in the promise, of a day that's fresh and clear.

In the symphony of dawn, may our spirits also rise,
And dance with unbridled joy, beneath the vast, blue skies.
For each day brings new melodies, and opportunities to be,
Part of this wondrous, endless cycle, in life's eternal sea.