Daytime

In the morning, the sun rises high,

Painting the world with a golden dye,

Birds chirp and sing, taking to the sky,

Daytime arrives, and darkness must die.

The world awakens, from slumber deep,

As people arise, from their peaceful sleep,

The hustle and bustle, begins to seep,

Into the day, with promises to keep.

The streets bustle, with cars and feet,

A rhythmical beat, of life's busy street,

As people hurry, to their daily meet,

Their tasks to complete, with a steady beat.

The sun shines bright, and the sky is blue,

Nature's colors, come alive anew,

The world is vibrant, and fresh like dew,

A new day begins, with a promise true.

Daytime is a time, for work and play,

For making memories, that will never fray,

For chasing dreams, that seem far away,

Daytime is a time, to seize the day.