As the morning sun begins to rise,
And the dewdrops glisten like little spies,
The morning glories start to stir,
Stretching and reaching towards the sky, their petals a blur.
Their vibrant colors are a sight to behold,
As they unfold, revealing secrets untold,
And their beauty is unmatched, like a work of art,
A masterpiece crafted with nature's heart.
Their petals are soft, delicate and light,
Like feathers that dance with the morning light,
And their scent is sweet, a fragrant breeze,
That gently caresses us with ease.
As the day goes by, they continue to grow,
Their beauty still shining, a wondrous show,
And when the sun begins to set,
They slowly close, a peaceful vignette.
Oh, morning glories, your beauty astounds,
A symbol of hope and love that surrounds,
May we take a moment to pause and admire,
The majesty of nature, a gift that never tires.
