Poem about The Morning

The morning sun
Surrounds us
With its cosmic
Embrace

The Soulful
Morning smile
Is a treasure
Of the mind
And heart alike.

In the morning
The greatness of
The mind and
The goodness of
The heart are
Inseparable.

In the morning
Our hearts dawn
With sweetness-
Dewdrops.

Each morning
Is the birth
Of a new
Opportunity.

In the morning
Heaven descends
In all its glory
To become
The rising sun.

The morning light
Feeds our hearts
And guides our lives.

IN morning’s
Silence-delight,
The Supreme
Himself visits my
Heart-abode.

At the morning
Dawn, I hear the gentle whisper
Of my blessingful
inner guide.