Mornings with Myths

In dawn's embrace, myths awaken, stirring light,
Where gods and mortals brush, realms intertwined.
Each morning’s breath, a tale spun anew,
Of heroes bold, and love's enduring hue.

The sun, a chariot, races ‘cross the sky,
Its golden beams on ancient secrets pry.
In whispered winds, legends come to dance,
Mornings with myths, in every glance.

Upon the mountains, titans once slept,
In valleys deep, their tears, the earth wept.
Skyward trees, reaching for divine,
Narrate epics, with each leaf and pine.

By the riverside, where nymphs softly tread,
Echoes of battles, and the honored dead.
The morning mists, tales of ages old,
In every droplet, a story told.

Awake, my soul, to these ancient rhymes,
Carried through the silence of the times.
In every dawn, feel the myth's embrace,
A world beyond, in time and space.