The violins of the wind pave a way to the azure night
. The moon the light to the dark,
in the silence of the morn only the slight whispering of the trees
and the early morning birds echo from the sky's above.
The cool morning air pure and strong
a smell like no other intoxicating the senses with a chill they is untainted bliss.
Hope this calms your mind a little
"Mike"