Singing the praises of the morning

At dawn,

I walk along

the country road,

Gazing at

the willow tree

swaying in the breeze,

Listening to

the birds

singing joyfully,

Their voices

clear and melodious,

Drifting over

the tranquil lake,

Where mist

hovers gently,

Creating a beauty

so ethereal,

The distant mountains

don a veil

of modesty,

So shy,

So pure and flawless,

The rising sun

warm and gentle,

Stirs up

emotions high,

Morning,

so beautiful and enchanting.