Morning sashays the blue-sky runway, dazzling kisses sunnyside up. Her go-go booted truth, far from aloof. She vamps before our eyes, gleaming with warmth and star-studded beauty shine. She makes everything bold and golden. Her rise-and-shine song: sweet, sonorous peekaboo. Not broken-hearted boo-hoo. Everywhere you look, splendor and serenity. Thank you and pretty please. Ain’t no need for the morning birds and roses to hide behind flimsy alibis or hardened bulletproof glass.