Morning Routine paints sunrise as a gentle, shared awakening. The speaker moves through the scene like a quiet observer: a rooster crows as if on cue, the orange and pink sky fades back to blue, and flowers shake off their dew as though stretching after sleep. Birds wake up and sing, and even the ocean tides seem drowsy, dragging in to kiss the shore.
The speaker's feeling is warm and contented. Nature is given human habits, like being groggy, sleepy, or happy, which makes the start of the day feel familiar and cozy rather than grand. The mood is peaceful and cheerful, with soft images and a steady, singsong rhyme on "blue," "dew," "tune," and "too."
The last line adds a small twist. Everything enjoys the daylight, yet all "await the moon." That suggests a natural rhythm, where day and night each have their turn, and even in the brightness of morning there's a quiet looking-forward to evening.