What are your morning rituals? What does the first hour of your day look like?

Sunrise paints the sky in gold,
I breathe, I stretch, my soul unfolds.
Birdsong weaves the dawn so true,
Earth and I, in harmony anew.
What are your morning rituals? What does the first hour of your day look like?

Sunrise paints the sky in gold,
I breathe, I stretch, my soul unfolds.
Birdsong weaves the dawn so true,
Earth and I, in harmony anew.