The morning time
Centered around a single point
From whence it all came
To Fruition from nothing.
Colors changing, blending and becoming whole
Winds blowing to and fro
Landscapes coming into view
as the morning time rises.
Acorns chattering down a tree
Gentle blue jays singing a choral
The brook bubbling in the distance
Multiple wind chimes playing their own melody
Initial java brewing to perfection
The morning meal dancing in the nostrils of youth
Fresh flowers adorning the breakfast aroma
The fragrance of dawn bringing us to reality