And the nature conspire

, OG Writings

When the morning wishes good day, birds chirp good morning and the flowers blossom to make the environment happy; sun rays gently touch the body and soul and slowly I open my eyes to welcome this new day. The cool breeze and the hot coffee, all conspire to make me a writer. Every day the universe come together with its uniqueness, play a beautiful game with me and then I hold the pen to write it down.

I am not the writer, this beauty of the nature is. The positive source of thoughts make the magic happens with a pen. And I love the output as it is for me and the world can only see.