The Morning Melody

The morning was fine, the sky was clear,
The world was waking, near and far.
A gentle breeze, a whispered sigh,
As golden sunbeams kissed the sky.
The birds awoke with cheerful song,
A melody sweet, and ever strong.
The flowers bloomed in colours bright,
A charming, captivating sight.
The world alive, in joyful grace,
A smile upon each sleepy face.
The day unfolds, a story told,
In hues of green, and red, and gold.
A brand new chance, a hopeful start,
To mend and heal a broken heart.
For in the morn, when light appears,
All sorrow fades, and disappears.