..morning..

The sun slowly showing its warmth touching every skin
While the cloud shape almost similar to a stream
Solid light blue behind makes stream sink-in
The silent in my mind, looking at the vast wide realm almost everyone missed

Purple Hortencia leaning in the shade, hunger for sunray
While half body from Gautama under the shadow
Above, the wind touch leilinde leave gently and make it sway
I sat quietly, smiling, feeling content and no longer hollow

Keyboards sound clicking
With the wind outside whistling
He is watching his computer screen
My head softly said “This is how morning should feel”