In the sweet of early morning and only for a few precious moments I thought of nothing at all I stared blank at the dim lit walls in a state between awake and dreaming only until the startle of the first bird singing.
I saw the sun clinging to roofs and trees light traipsing through the garden lilies I heard the chirp and groan of frogs newly green, all the unfurling fronds and from the broad leaves the dew fell sparkling in rivulets and drank the carpet moss softly green and splendorous.