Good Morning poem

Awake, dear heart, to morning’s glow, Where gentle whispers of the breezes flow. The sun ascends, its golden rays, A dance of light begins the day. In fields where blossoms sway and bend, Lord Krishna walks, our faithful friend. His flute resounds, a melody sweet, Calling the world to rise and greet. The river sings with joy anew, Reflecting skies of vibrant blue. With every ripple, His laughter plays, Awakening hope in myriad ways. In every leaf, a story spun, Of love and grace beneath the sun. The peacock spreads its jeweled plume, As Krishna’s presence fills the room. So let our hearts in gratitude swell, For each small miracle He’ll tell. With every dawn, His love shines bright, Guiding our souls to pure delight. Embrace the day, let worries cease, In Krishna’s arms, we find our peace. With every step, His blessings flow, In the morning light, our spirits grow