Figurative Language in Morning Imagery

In the following passage, the author describes a morning in a small town:

As the sun crept over the horizon, it painted the sky with shades of orange and pink, like an artist splashing colors on a canvas. The day awakened slowly, stretching its arms and yawning as if it had been sleeping. Birds chirped cheerfully, their songs ringing out like tiny bells, signaling the arrival of a new day.