Kiss of the Morning Sun…
With diamond dew on my skin,
I breathe the chill of dawn.
The soft breeze whispers songs in my ears,
And I dance to the music they make.
But all the while I secretly wait
For the touch of life
For the warm caress
For the kiss of the morning sun.
(This picture was taken at 6:30 am when the sunlight just begins to kiss the land around my apartment)