AI Prompt: Write a poem about waking up to birds singing and chirping in the morning.
Morning’s Serenade
In the hush before dawn, when night still clings, I wake to a symphony woven by unseen hands. Outside my window, the world stirs from slumber, And the birds, oh the birds, they begin their song.
Robin, the first to raise its sleepy head, Its notes like dewdrops on a fragile leaf. “Cheerily, cheer up!” it trills, as if urging the sun, To peek over the horizon and kiss the earth awake.
Sparrows, small and unassuming, join the chorus, Their voices blending like watercolors on canvas. They flit from branch to branch, gossiping secrets, Of worm-filled breakfasts and sky-bound dreams.
And then, the Blackbird, bold and brazen, Its throat a molasses of rich, velvety tones. It weaves a tale of forgotten forests, of ancient oaks, And I listen, spellbound, as the day unfurls.
The Cardinal, a crimson flame against the gray, Sings love songs to the morning, to its mate. Their duet, a promise etched in scarlet feathers, Echoes through the mist, a beacon of devotion.
High above, the Lark, a daredevil acrobat, Tumbles through the sky, trailing laughter. Its trill, a spiral staircase to heaven, beckons, “Come, come, dance with me among the clouds.”
And so, I lie there, cocooned in sheets and wonder, As the avian orchestra crescendos, each note a prayer. Their melodies stitch together the fabric of day, A patchwork quilt of hope, stitched with sunbeams.
For in those early hours, when dreams still linger, I am cradled by their song—a lullaby of beginnings. And as the light spills across my room, I rise, Grateful for the birds, the poets of dawn.
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