Cold chilled clouds blanket the garden, like a vision of drawn dawn shrubbery. Dew lays cradled in dips along the leaves and let the rays of light refract in crystalline glow. A yellow hue hazily shows face from far behind rolling hills and faded mountains. A flow of warmth panning across the horizon, bakes the chilled clay earth. Blades of grass reach out to touch the light leading the dewdrops to slide and drizzle down below the green. Mellow yellow shines through leaves - pristine. In baked brown earth cracking at its base, things of grass stand up straight. Wind blows between rustling leaves, and whistle eerily through branches and trees. Hues dim slightly as the sun loosens posture, and leans on the mountain tops. Blue and green grays are the topcoat - the varnish for a vintage view. Breezes slowly go to sleep, the sun lays it's head down behind the hills to visit the sheep. Muted cobalt skies greet you, with pleasant wear, the stars, moon and jupiter slowly waltz, in place of the sun in the evening sky.