
Beautiful the morning. The night is gone. No birds twitters yet but expect love and tenderness. Angels are watching. Unseen realms open up to blessed of mother earth. Glorious the morning. A vessel of praise.

Beautiful the morning. The night is gone. No birds twitters yet but expect love and tenderness. Angels are watching. Unseen realms open up to blessed of mother earth. Glorious the morning. A vessel of praise.