I awake with a ring, which
gives my heart a tune to sing.

The morning melody has no
recognition of time, but whistles
slowly thoughts to rhyme.

Chai tea melts my lips soothing me,
 as I gazed through the window at
pink flowers dangle with cloves
      dropping from the tree.

What a sense of  romance, when
beauty greets the natural eye.

No sight of rain, No reasons to complain
      No fog, brain unclogged,
    Just a telegram of where I am
             To my friends on the blog.