The wall with the view

"Good Morning" greets the soft streams of yellow,
To the gentle breeze, fresh with mist.
Next begins the song of the tiny blue birds,
Welcoming the dawn with their dainty true words.

As I wake up with my heart full of pleasure,
To the magnificent magic of the morning sounds,
From my usual seat on the high terrece wall, I view,
Enraptured at the sight of the rising red king.

A huge sigh escapes from a longing soul,
The picture snaps shut with the elevator knoll,
Turning back from the CL balcony, burdened with quests,
Of solving innumerable tests..
My heart yearns for the wall with the view,
I console myself with poems of long lost loves in lieu.