There, in the morning’s hue
Crystal drops of dawn’s dew
Gracefully lay on emerald grass
Teardrops that have fallen from a lass.
Their spectrum of colors shine bright and true.
Sight such as this are far between and few.
A passionate touch to the freshly cut blades
Left by Mother Nature with her golden blades.
A signature of morning
Left there, simply adoring.
A sometimes unnoticed, rarely appreciated glimpse of pardise
A reminder of the simplistic peacefulness of mature before winter ice.
As the sun smiles down on those liquid diamonds from above
Imagine God up high showering us with all his precious love!! …