Morning glory

Morning glory of the early dawn,
To relax beneath the hushed trees and yawn.
It's so calm and peaceful in here,
Shredding all the anxiety and fear.
The sparkling water with sun-rays,
Sheds my shadow on it and silently frays.
Blowing wind carrying petrichor,
Makes alive everything and to churr.
Refreshing it is, to feel cold under the warmth,
The day enlightens as its morn.