I love the morning when the sun, low in the sky, shoots its rays through the trees and strikes a path in my garden.
I love when the morning sun rays highlight the leaves like a spotlight on art,
Leaving a beam of light here, a spot of light there,
Illuminating the dark secrets of the woods like holiday lanterns hanging from trees, and track lights scattered through the weathered mulch.
The shadows are long, but the beams are bright, when the rising sun shoots its rays across the land in the morning.