A periwinkle flower slowly blooms as the sun peeks, shyly, behind full, purple mountainous clouds. A bee wakes up from it’s nightly slumber, buzzing awake in the hive. It’s morning coffee is the smell of this flower, it’s unmistakable pollen. He will make delicious honey with it to please his Queen. A bird chirps in the garden, ready to start the day in gathering twigs and branches for her nest. It is a warm spring morning. The sun grows and peaks above the horizon to cast its generous rays on the garden, bidding goodbye to Moon time. Blades of dewy grass twitch in the wind. The noses of squirrels rapidly stirring, now on the quest for acorns and nuts, their bushy tails flicking this way and that in eager anticipation. There is this dance of Nature every morning.
