The Beauty of the Morning.

There is something ethereally beautiful about the morning.

So pure, fresh, and untouched.

The air of morning is like making love.

It wraps you in, and clears your mind.

The silence of world, the calmness in the air.

All seems to be at peace.

All is well in the world in the morning.

The streets are quiet,

The air is crisp.

The birds are excited and the bugs are loud.

The morning is a time when the world is free to be.

The birds, the bees, the mountains, the trees.

Although I rarely see first light,

I dream about it through the night.

The calm, the peace, the quiet, the ease;

altogether, the world is one.

The potential lies straight ahead,

even if you enjoy it from bed.