The morning flowers stretch out there petals as they bathe in the rising sun.
Honeysuckles filled with droplets of dew
Teacups for the bees
The breeze ripples over the lawn making rolling waives atop the surface of the emerald blanket. bending blades, shadow the  worms trying to hide from the birds.
The birds,
The commencing sounds of each new day , the first call out
" hey is anyone awake "
Until the sky is raining in chirping.
The morning symphony.
Shadows change shapes under the arching sun , giants turn mice , and mice into mighty beasts.
The clouds themselves ,just inverted shadows to a wandering mind.
And just another imaginative morning