Morning play

Once in a morning
As the sun was goldly shining
It wasn’t that usual beginning
It’s something new to imagine


The bold trees were lighted
Strangely the leaves were in a wave
At the same path there arrived wind
Smoothly these weed whooped

The beetles are silent
As the bees have waken
Where there is a soft scent
Might the petals were slowly shaken

Might birds cheer up this also
As they are dancing in a sync
As the singer response to
Where the wood is like a play’s scene

What a lightning?
What a place?
What an acting?
Human thinking in a nature’s taste