Dew drop

Dew drop

The dew drops settled on soft and delicate rose petals.

A ladybeetle rests upon a new leaf of rose bush, whose fresh growth is starting to show, as more buds starting to bloom.

The gently breeze which touches everything yet move nothing.

It is as if time has stop.

The scent of dawn fills your lungs.

The blades of grass never seemed so green, as they glittering in the sun’s new rays.

The only movement is your breath in the cool breeze and Willy Wagtail fluttering on the barbed wire fence.

The old owl settled into his home, for his eyes heavy with sleep.

As morning come to life.