In the golden glow of morning’s light,
Poets weave dreams in verses bright,
With words like melodies, hearts take flight,
In every line, a dance of delight.

Amidst the fields where daisies sway,
Lies the secret of a joyful day,
Each stanza sings in a gentle way,
Holding the warmth of a sunlit ray.

Through whispered winds and rustling leaves,
The soul of happiness gently weaves,
In the poet’s heart, it humbly believes,
A tapestry of bliss it calmly retrieves.

As twilight falls with stars above,
Poets pen tales of endless love,
In every rhyme, joy’s spirit they shove,
A lyrical embrace, like a soaring dove.