I love the silence of the morning
When all I can hear is the rustling trees
The songs of birds
The soughing breeze
A symphony of Nature's voices.
I love the blueness of the sky
The white clouds that sail across
The rising sun
And the colours of flowers that come to life
It is art at its best.
I love the fragrances at dawn
The lingering scent of rain
Wet earth and flowers
No perfume can be more intoxicating.
I can never get enough of
The songs, the colours, the scents
Enamoured by it day after day -
Yet each morning seems different
And takes my breath away.