Whispers Of The Morning Sun Poem by pooja robert

Whispers of the Morning Sun
Golden rays upon my face,
A gentle touch, a warm embrace.
The morning hums a tender tune,
Softly kissed by fading moon.

The birds awaken, light and free,
Singing songs of harmony.
The flowers sway in whispered cheer,
Welcoming a day so clear.

The breeze it dances, light and mild,
Like laughter from a dreaming child.
Oh, how the world begins anew,
Bathed in dawn's enchanting hue.

Let worries rest, let sorrows cease,
For morning brings a quiet peace.
A brand-new day, so bright, so true,
A gentle start for me and you