Morning Stars

She woke up early that morning, opened the window that had a view of a blue sea, just in time for the rising mellow sunrise. The fresh cool wind blew gently on her face as she drew the white linen curtains to the sides. A ray of the gold sunrise revealed, an already prepared breakfast on the wooden table. The wind blew off the candles as the smoke smoldered aimlessly through the room. The fragrance of flower pots by the window filled the room with the familiar aroma that comes with blooming white roses. The radio was playing and the birds were singing. She was humming along and together the melodies sounded like waves of fresh waters by the seashore. The routine interpreted all its greatness to having a caring and loving Mother; A Caring, and Loving Morning star.