The grass sparkles as heavy drops of dew hang like diamond jewels from each individual leaf.
Crickets, tree-frogs and birds are gossiping somewhere just out of sight.
The sleepy sun throws off its blankets of cloud to start its daily travel through the skies.
A tiny baby earthworm, no bigger than a cedar needle comes up to discuss life with me. I tenderly deposit him in the soft damp grass.
Silken spider webs criss-cross in ribbons lit by the sun.
My soul is refreshed as I watch the trees welcome the newborn day.
Good morning.
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