watch the grey mist lift and clear the abstract views and feel the warmth of the morning sun on you showering down lighting rays of golden hues before your eyes unveils a poetic view as mother nature unwraps her creation leaving behind a sodden carpet of dew songbirds join together in celebration with all creepy-crawlies and rivers and trees as you stand back and watch in admiration the wind plays its part and whistles on a breeze kissing my face gently, I let out a sigh stand in awe of mother natures expertise it is a wonder that no one can deny how all this could be here for just you and I