There, in the morning’s hue,
Crystal drops of dawn dew.
Gracefully they 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 of the freshly cut blades,
Left by Mother Nature with her golden braids!
A signature of morning,
Left there, simply adoring!
As sometimes unnoticed, rarely appreciated glimpse of paradise;
A reminder of the simplistic real fulness of nature-
before winter’s ice.
As the sun smiles down on those liquid diamonds from above,
Imagine God up high showering us with all His precious love!! …