084: morning

Droplets of the morning dew roll off the blades of grass. The morning sun, still peeking over the mists of the horizon, shares its light with the shining beads of water. Sleeping beyond where eyes may see, the wind dreams of rain clouds only now being born.

The air is still. The shining blades are still. Only the little beads of light and water stir, gently disturbing all around them. Birds keep silent their songs, faintly listening as the rolling dewdrops create a gentle melody.

It is the music of the stars of the night, gracefully falling to the earth.