Slowly, ever so delicately the soft colors of morning begin to burst into brilliance and it radiates through my window. The early morning sun gently peeks up over the hill and the sky begins to fill with the glory of the sunbeams. It sneaks in through my window, gently stirring my soul. The world begins to waken as the songs of morning are heard. My ears are filled with its music.
Leaves rustle with the gentle morning's breeze.
The birds hustle about singing while they seek their morning fare. The grass glistens with the dew of the day and the shadows of cobwebs peek through the streamers of sunlight. Slowly and with great determination, the sun and the colors of morning display themselves boldly across the morning sky and I am humbled by its beauty and magnificence. Should you care to email the author, the dove will carry your message. All rights reserved.