Dawn
Early morning sun is still to show up, Birds chirping, flying around busily mighty river tamed by human, flowing dispersed in crystal clear creeks. Serenely flowing parted by sand the sand below could be seen through it softly singing in a soothing voice cooling the morning wind with her cool. Standing on the bridge in early dawn waiting for the sun to rise in sky without a single worry for future moments a calm mind and soul at absolute bliss. Softly the eastern sky turns red the orange baby sun shows up turning the crystal water to pink softly removing the veil of morning mist.