Symphony of the Sunrise

Oh, Symphony Sunrise, where hues ignite, A celestial canvas painted with light. The dawn's first blush, a rosy crescendo, Whispering secrets the night could not bestow. The sky, a stage, where stars begin to fade, And clouds, like dancers, in the shadows play. A symphony of colors, soft and bold, A tapestry of gold, and crimson, and old. The sun, a maestro, with a golden bow, Conducts the orchestra of the morning's glow. Each ray a note, a vibrant, soaring sound, As darkness recedes, and light is found. The trees, like silent listeners, stand tall, Their leaves, a chorus, responding to the call. The birds, their voices, blend with the sun's light, A vibrant aria, in the morning's bright. From slumber deep, the world begins to stir, Touched by the symphony, a brand new chapter. A promise whispered in the morning breeze, Of hope and joy, and life that never ceases. So let us listen, to this wondrous art, The symphony of sunrise, that touches the heart. For in its beauty, we find grace anew, A reminder of the wonders that life can imbue. 8/24/2024 Moonlight or Sunrise Poetry Contest Sponsored by Ink Empress