A Silent Winner
A foggy morning with the sun attempting to make an entrance.
When the hot coffee becomes lukewarm within minutes,
when squirrels call out a greeting as they scamper down the blooming mango tree,
when the competition for the loudest call amongst the avians in the farthest tree has heads peeking through window slats.
In a grassy corner, away from the din, silently growing up, dressed in a jazzy pink attire,
an elegant persona makes a statement.