As the liquid comfort brews,
I hear the dewdrops speak to me
The warm orange glow of the sun hanging low in the sky signaled the coming night.
The tide rolls in, the tide rolls out.
Bird chirping the morning song
Early morning long dew rests on the tip of a leaf as the sun crests over the mountain peak. The beautiful bird song rings out amongst the trees. A man rolls around in his bed of covers, stretching at every angle.
/Around this island water sits elegantly in crystal blue lakes