I am entralled by the rustic perfection of today morning. The fresh morning air seems to be adding new life to me. Sun-beams create beautiful patterns among the palm leaves. A gentle breeze plays music to perfect harmony. Song birds chirp merrily among the branches. A lonely red rose has blossomed to spread its sweet fragrance around.
Life seems to have come to a standstill as I enjoy the scenic beauty of this morning from my window. Its not this doesn't happen everyday. Just that I, so often, fail to notice it.


1 Comments:
"Just that I, so often, fail to notice it."
-- Even I share the same feelings bt u expressed it wonderfully... 3d thoughts !
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