Morn

It's an odd time to sit back. And hear the birds chirping their melodies. Carefree. How precise their reasoning. It's Springtime. Their eager wager of nest building. Pleasing mates. Few already perched in their nests after a thorough inspection. Whilst the male flew frantically building his best, singing his perfect song. Flowers in bloom all around. Fresh green leaves budding. Squirrels in the distance. Ever persistent Barbet. Doves on the wires cooing. And the sound of the thudding mobike too. Such is Life on a regular basis. Nature cures the bungled mind and soul. Her breathing energy. Gives solace.