Morning serenading.

Still clutching on to the slight remnants
of yesterday night's slumber,
With tousled messy messy hair
and a dazed expression on my face
I sit at ease next to the open windows
in my sacred music-making balcony.
Strumming gee and singing softly by myself,
My melodies flying around me in the air.
My voice:)

The fresh feel of the morning dew,
the cooling breeze blowing in from the far north,
The soft rays of light streaming in gently
from the friendly morning sunshine.
My companions:)

The cheerful chirping of the birds,
the constant droning of crickets in the wet grass
The usual buzz of the morning traffic,
the busy chatter of the morning crowd at e nearby coffeeshop below
My orchestra:)

They listen on attentively,
Those huge pretty green trees standing outside my window,
That wide beautiful stretch of gorgeous blue abyss above my head
The fluffy white cotton-candies floating in the bright sky.
My audience:)


And as i sense their presence in my life,
As their very essence surround my being
I shall close my eyes and
reach out deep for the heart of my soul

And just like magic,

I feel the beauty of the universe in myself.
My love<3