The cunning summer no longer played hide`n’seek,
But still a wonderful artist as all over horizon painted,
The beauty of a morning I have never seen before,
And may never see again to my mind I said.
Then upon the bed laid and all alone watched,
The sun rolling his muscles over well painted image,
Billions of golden rays upon my face fell and reminded,
Only a soul filled with love for me can compete,
Somewhere she is and hopes a wonderful morning she sees,
And wishes the world a wonderful morning from her wonderful soul.
Enjoyed the read my friend!