The stillness of morning envelops the world,
A delicate blanket of silence unfurled.
As dawn’s first blush paints the sky’s vast expanse,
The world awakens from its slumberous trance.
The air, crisp and cool, whispers through the trees,
Caressing the leaves with a gentle breeze.
The birds begin their chorus, melodious and sweet,
Their songs enlivening the quiet retreat.
The grass, still drenched with dew, glistens in the light,
A veil of shimmering diamonds, gleaming so bright.
The colors of nature, vibrant and alive,
Unveiling their beauty as the day does arrive.
A lone golden sunbeam breaks through the gloom,
Illuminating the flowers in full bloom.
Their petals unfurl, reaching for the light,
Their fragrant perfumes on the breeze take flight.
In this tranquil moment, time seems to stand still,
A respite from life’s chaos, a pause to fulfill.
As the morning unfolds, a world yet unexplored,
A canvas for dreams, where new paths are forged.
The stillness of morning invites reflection and peace,
A sanctuary of solitude where worries cease.
In this precious solitude, the soul finds repose,
A refuge for introspection, where clarity grows.
With each passing moment, the stillness does wane,
As bustling life emerges, the world comes to reign.
But the memory lingers, like a cherished embrace,
The stillness of morning, a reminder of grace.
As day turns to night, and the stars fill the sky,
The stillness of morning bids its goodbye.
But it leaves a imprint, etched deep in the heart,
A moment of serenity, of which we’re a part.