Every morning is such a tender mood
that it really matches any color of the cloud at dawn
Our mind could simply hug the thinness of fresh air
smell dew, rain or snow
and much more so in clear sky
where dreams just passed by in any form of flow
always with touch of sweetness
arising from the bottom of our hearts
Words are only to confirm with each other
like a morning breeze
with birds chirping here and there
at will
just like us
