In the morning, I slip through the blinds, A golden line that the sleepy mind finds. I can make you want to play, So long as the clouds are astray, A dazzling thread that the day unwinds.

Where flowers bloom, so does hope. Lady Bird Johnson You are the Blue Lotus rare, radiant, and timeless, a bloom of wisdom rising from hidden waters.

I arrive with a twin but rarely stay together. My color warns, my taste forgives. Break me open and I betray my softness with a stone that refuses your teeth. Birds steal me first, humans argue whether I belong on stems or in jars. What am I?

Bright in colour, loud in song Am I an island, or foreboder of deep down danger?

I'm a cradle and a safe shelter for helpless younglings and their elder. Made of sticks, scraps and feathers, high above I protect them from predators.