Happy or Dream

 

When the birds wake me up

Beauty is there

Everything is nice

The sun is smiling

  The clouds are forming my dear

The mountains are rising

And the sky is blue

 When the night is holding the stars for real

The stars are glowing as far as I can see

And gardens are all colorful as rainbows. What a dream.

And at last

When the water runs in a stream as it always did and will always do my dear.

 
 

~Let the morning run away~

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