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.