Flying above the clouds,
Arrayed like the Alps,
Glazed with sugary snow.
I hear a delicate hum—
Hypnotizing in the silence—
Gliding through the boundless sky.
The morning haze gives up
And disappears.
The sky is bare above,
Stretching to a dark blue hue.
Below, the world is still—
The ocean awakens joyfully.
Fish rise to see
The clouds waltzing around:
Nature\'s choreography at dawn,
A dance orchestrated
By the break of day.