How soft the breezes blow,
Along the morning way,
The leaves do dance to let us know,
Our troubles have flown away.

And in this pretty sunlit scene,
The mists roll slow away,
To say that chapter one is done,
And now comes the rest of the day. 

Sky blushed a lighter shade of crimson,
as sun kissed the horizon.

Brown bean in a cup.
Perfect couple with warm milk.
The scent of morning.