I taste the morning dew
On my tongue
I see the sun trying to peek through the clouds, like a little kid peaks
Through the blanket when he thinks there is a monster in his room
I hear the sweet chirps of the birds, like an orchestra of nature
I can already smell the impending flowers
That will soon imbed their tangled roots into the ground,
So that the rain and sun will tickle their thirsty leaves,
With the sweet drink they so badly crave.