My morning

hands clasped and walking barefoot on the after rain,
the ground soft and moist,
hearts talking and their eyes lost in the crimson daybreak
... love flourishing in the morning.

nestled birds singing in perfect sync
with the music of the dancing trees
from the gentle blow of the fresh breeze
... symphony of the morning.

Freshly cut grass. moistened trunks and its leaves
falling on your hair, and you smiling
more radiant than the sun rays that warms your cheeks
... you become my morning.