Muse: Morning

The morning gently caresses the drowsy sleeper, awakening them with the tender symphony of nature. The melodious trills of birds mingle with the soft whines of reptiles, while the relentless buzz of insects fills the air like an unseen orchestra harmonizing with the rustle of green foliage. A subtle fragrance of damp earth interlaces with the invigorating scent of water, hinting at a nearby stream. The distant sound of cascading waterfalls beckons, a siren’s call to the beauty that lies within the sunrise’s embrace. Wisps of fog, as delicate as silk, stretch across the horizon, cloaking the world in an ethereal shroud. Waterfalls narrate their tales as dew transforms into glimmering droplets, each one slowly relinquishing its grip from the edges of verdant leaves. Hummingbirds, vibrant and fearless, flit about, inspecting each flower and leaf with their eager curiosity. Yet, as noon approaches, this enchanting muse starts to fade, surrendering to the day’s heat.