Whispers Of The Enchanted Morning Poem by Sandiso Mhlanga

In dawn's embrace, a verse is born,
A melody of thoughts for morn.
With ink and quill, I'll paint the skies,
And weave a tapestry of sunrise.

On whispers' wings, the words take flight,
As dreams unfurl in purest light.
They dance upon the morning dew,
Revealing tales both old and new.

In verdant meadows, poets roam,
Their spirits free, their voices bold.
They capture moments, fleeting, rare,
And breathe them into vibrant air.

Through stanzas woven, love shall bloom,
A fragrant blossom in life's gloom.
With every line, a heart's desire,
Igniting sparks, setting souls afire.

The symphony of words shall soar,
From mountaintops to ocean's roar.
In harmonies of joy and pain,
A poet's ink becomes the rain.

Let verses touch the deepest core,
Awaken dreams thought lost before.
In every rhyme, a world's unveiled,
A universe of tales, untamed.

So let us scribe with fervent might,
And paint the world in hues so bright.
For in the poet's sacred art,
We find solace and a brand-new start.