Morning Dew Kiss

In the stillness of morning, petals unfold like tender whispers, Dewdrops cling to delicate curves, a fleeting kiss of the divine. The branch, a gentle hand, cradles blooms in morning's hush, A moment suspended, where time itself is tenderly touched. Each droplet a tiny mirror, reflecting the world's rebirth, A miniature universe, where light dances on the surface of earth. The flowers, like hopeful hearts, open to the day's warm breath, Drinking in the sweetness, as morning awakens from its depth. In this tranquil scene, the beauty of impermanence is revealed, A reminder to cherish each moment, as petals gently yield. The soft focus of the background, a blurred and dreamy sea, Invites the viewer to step into the serenity, and be set free.