In The Morning

Poem (In The Morning)

In the morning, the feeling of silence at the top, every step, every breathing bring you to another world, another sensation.

A world of confidence and wonderful,

Sitting in the balcony drinks coffee, smells the odor of the sun rising,

The sound of birds run inside the body, the ear sings morning's song, in an incredible rhythm like an orchestra.

The act of birds, pigeons, snails, butterflies, trees dancing, gardens, leaping clear rivers..

What a marvelous harmony,

Who's wanted to leave, endless life's tale.

It's history of the morning repeats it's self.

Every morning begins a new life, and deletes all sadness.