Climbing the rooftop stairs,
The sun extends its golden arms to me,
Welcoming with a tender glow.
To a sweet morning,
I'm yet to explore...


I find the cats,
The little buddies I care,
they're resting in the sun's aglow
rolling back and forth,
To and fro.
The big one is the mother, and that's her Child, the little grey one.


It's February now,
the winter's slowly fading away,
it's not too warm though,
the breezes are there,
Making the morning more perfect.


The green leaves descend alongside the
brown ones,
stirred by the passing winds.
A gentle rustling accompanies their fall,
echoing the cycle of nature's renewal—
they'll grow back.


The cat's are overjoyed to see me,
I love their company too,
They brush themselves against my laps.
and purr and roll again.


A lone, one-eyed cat sits,
At the edge,
Once gripped by fear, now cradles in
comfort too.
the skies so blue, beauty's just can't be
described enough,
Yet, for some, it's just another morning,
Unaware of the symphony of the simple.


Kites soar through the blue skies,
Slicing the air with grace,
Adding an another layer to this tranquil
morning's space.


Let me...let me, describe it more,
I can't stay still, I have to more.
How 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩
beauty can be expressed...

So let me too.


© #Sherlocked