between the moon and you the angels get a better view.

first morning’s light is the most beautiful. small waterdrops on the turf tickling on my feet, i went for an early-morning walk in our yard. freshly-cut grass, bees small puddles left from yesterday’s rain. life’s simple things, the kind of art that nature creates, we seldomly recognize it anymore. just sometimes, in strikingly silent moments i open my eyes and see. and in those moments, probably only angels would get a better view of this beauty called life.

i believe.