I woke up this morning to the Crystal Tree. It stood in the morning sun, washed clean by drops of moonlight that fell all through last night and in the morning it had little droplets of mercury dangling from each of its sleepy leaves.
It sparkled like a little gemstone tree, waking up with wispy white morning clouds and changing colours as the sun made its way up. I sat there, watching the Crystal Tree, waking up with it, waking up with the Sun.