It’s a beautiful morning, I say, watching the sun rays shine through rain drops on tips of pine needles like pearls adding to their splendid beauty, like crowns marking majesty.
The drops from the rain last night.

The winds, the water, last night was a havoc. And yet today, the same wind plays coyly in the puddles the rain has left, forming ripples into it.
Oh a bunch of smiles I see.
Do you see them too?
The same winds. The same waters. Perhaps, not the same. Because last night was a havoc, today is not.
Life is odd! And new. Each day. Mysteries lay unfolded.

And I say, it’s a beautiful morning.

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