Song of Ecstacy

A cup of tea steaming nearby
The early sun touching the still drowsy eyes
And the wet feet, with the caressing arms of warmth,
Chirping birds..everywhere...
Their attempt to stage the sweet chorus,
The silent, standby greenery, not speaking a word
-an ancient companion,
All stimulates the sleeping spirit to wake up n smile
Who can stop the ecstasy,
Once the soul knows how to sing.