In the gentle dawn's embrace, dreams unfold,
A canvas blank, awaiting stories yet untold.
With the sun's first kiss upon my face,
I rise, with purpose, in this tranquil space.
Morning dew whispers secrets of the day,
As I weave ambition in each step, in every way.
From dawn's early light to the noon's high cheer,
Productivity blooms, dispelling any fear.
In the quiet hours, when the world yet dreams,
I sow the seeds of diligence in silent streams.
Tasks unfold like petals in the morning sun,
A symphony of progress, each note a rung I've won.
Noontide beckons with its vibrant hue,
Fueling the fire of what I set out to do.
With each hour passing, I grow and thrive,
In this dance of effort, I feel alive.
For every moment seized, each goal achieved,
I find the strength to rise, to believe.
From morning's gentle call to afternoon's bright glow,
I shape my destiny, with purpose, row by row.
So let the morning light guide my way,
Fuel my spirit through the bustling day.
In this journey from dawn to the sunlit crest,
I embrace productivity, my very best.
For as the day unfolds and shadows flee,
I am the architect of what will be.
From morning to afternoon, I find my stride,
In this productive rhythm, I joyously abide.
©twisha ray
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