whisper little owlet to the cloud dropping morning mist
kissing the surface of golden leaves shivering silently
avocado coloring on moss, still lingering, drinks fresh dew
tomorrow morning the lips of new fawns feasting on you

slowly the sun peeks at us while tipping his old straw hat
anoles conduct a slow ballet on ruddy heating bricks
yellow the garden spider guarding the center of his web
prayers are uttered all over the world before kids are fed