Water so blue, trickles during the night,
Along with the sounds of birds taking flight,
The croaking of frogs, hiding behind leaves,
And the small water bird that sits on the eaves.
A smell comes to me, of water on rocks,
And the mixture of what the night dew concocts.
Smooth algae in dark places, where it grows so quick,
Green leafy foliage, against a background of brick,
The chill of the night soon fades away,
Warmth from the sun, brings the dawn of a new day.
Bubbles are popping, down near the water,
Where fish await servants with their breakfast order,
As I wait for the brisk of morn to pass,
I taste the dew amid the freshly cut grass.
The sun confirms that a new day is dawning,
But all I want is to enjoy this morning.