Mornings

When the sun wakes up
and climes across the earth
with arms stretched out,
rays extending in a celestial hug,

it cries.

When the day ceases to breathe
and it fades and falls away,

it cries.

And when it starts all over again
with the first bright little fingers reaching upwards

a baby’s laughter rings.

Because, in truth, that’s what it is.
A new born day is set and wrapped
in someone’s arms

wailing and sobbing.

And the reason it does,
the reason you laugh and cry with it,
is because you know that it’s really a smile.

That the sun has risen
and a new day has begun.

Hi.

First I'd click edit and then press the "check spelling" button to catch typos.

I'd cut;
"And the reason it does,
the reason you laugh and cry with it,
is because you know that it’s really a smile. "
because it's a little watery and doesn't really add anything to the poem. It lacks the imagery of previous lines.

I really love;
"rays extending in a celestial hug"

and

"first bright little fingers reaching upwards."

I think you could cut;
"Because, in truth, that’s what it is." because it's kind of hitting the reader over the head with what you're saying. It's already clear before and after you say this that the speaker thinks the day is like a newborn.

This flows well as a whole, and is a lovely piece. Just needs to be tightened a little.

Hope this helps.

Jas