Good Morning

In the realm where morning reigns supreme,
Each dawn breaks with a hopeful gleam,
But is "Good Morning" truly enough,
To shake off darkness, to heal the rough?

Beyond the surface, beyond the call,
Lies a deeper truth, a beckoning call,
For mornings hold within their light,
A chance to rise, to win the fight.

If a few words suffice to make it bright,
Then why face the day with all its might?
But mornings offer more, much more indeed,
Than mere pleasantries, they sow the seed.

They signify a fresh start, a new chance,
To mend what's broken, to boldly advance,
To face the challenges that lie ahead,
With courage, with strength, with hearts widespread.

So listen close, and hear my plea,
For mornings hold the key, you see,
To unlock the potential within our soul,
To reach our dreams, to make us whole.

No longer just a courteous sheen,
But a gateway to realms unseen,
Where each dawn brings a chance to thrive,
To embrace the day, to truly come alive.

So rise with the sun, embrace its light,
And let its warmth guide you through the night,
For each morning brings a gift, a treasure,
A chance to live, to love, to measure.

Let not "Good Morning" be your only call,
But a reminder of the beauty in it all,
For in the dawn's embrace, we find,
A world of possibilities, one of a kind.