I said goodbye to the stars,
and I heard the wind cry,
As the morning sky awoke,
with a soft and gentle sigh.
A canvas of blues and pinks,
painted with the dawn’s first light,
As the sun begins to rise,
chasing away the night.
Birds sing in the distance,
welcoming the brand new day,
While the world awakens slowly,
to the morning’s peaceful sway.
The air is crisp and fresh,
with a hint of dewy scent,
As the morning sky glows bright,
with a warmth that is heaven-sent.
So I stand and marvel,
at this wondrous sight before me,
Grateful for the morning sky,
and the beauty it sets free.
