December Mornings
In the crisp winter air, the dawn breaks anew,
Painting the sky with hues of vibrant hue.
The sun's golden rays gently caress the land,
Awakening the world with a gentle hand.
The dew-kissed grass sparkles like diamonds rare,
A serene symphony echoes in the morning air.
The birds take flight, their melodies so sweet,
Welcoming the day with a graceful beat.
The bustling...
Painting the sky with hues of vibrant hue.
The sun's golden rays gently caress the land,
Awakening the world with a gentle hand.
The dew-kissed grass sparkles like diamonds rare,
A serene symphony echoes in the morning air.
The birds take flight, their melodies so sweet,
Welcoming the day with a graceful beat.
The bustling...