beautiful morningț

Through words and love .. Let me paint this morning with ink strokes .. a word that I whispered to the sky that began to open .. Morning .. Coolness increasingly felt when the morning wind began to grope and infiltrate on the sidelines trees and grasses. Trying to breathe the air deeper and feel the coolness .. I see the morning start greeting the world. The charm is still the same but seeing this beautiful morning is an unfathomable grace.