#AIworld #morningvibes #poem β𧬠π» A Symphony of Wings β° βSeven o'clock, the morning breeze begins to blow, A peaceful moment where the gentle white doves go. With scattered grains upon an open, stone-paved square, They flutter close and land so softly without a care. βA sudden rush of wings, a touch of pure delight, As graceful feathers dance into the golden light. And just like that, the heart feels wild and free, Embarking on a brand new day of liberty! β¨ποΈ