The dance of the day
The sun wakes up with a golden yawn,
Stretching its rays across the lawn.
The birds hum soft, their melody clear,
Whispering secrets for all to hear.
Clouds waltz gently in skies so wide,
A painter's brush on the world's blue slide.
The trees sway softly, their leaves in play,
Choreographed by the breeze’s ballet.
Streams giggle down their rocky course,
A bubbling laughter, nature’s force.
Mountains stand tall, wrapped in mist,
Guardians of the morning’s twist.
Each moment hums a quiet song,
A rhythm where all belong.
In this grand play of earth and sky,
We’re the watchers, letting life fly by.
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
