A cup of dreams on a cool morning

On a minty morning,

the sun trying to wake up from its bed

spreading the beam of glory

on my greener friends, making

them more beautiful and

the golden rays peeping through

my breezy window,

a flower blossoms on my soul

and blooms in my garden,

wearing a pearl of dew ;

i was sipping a cup of dreams;

sometimes silence sounds better,

but only until the melody of a bird

pierces the air and reaches the heart;

yes,morning is beautiful and joyous,

anywhere in the world!