Friday, April 20, 2012

Morning Dew.

The morning dew is something that gives me hope as it lays softly in the crisp morning air.

Slowly floating,
waning over the freshly sprinkled hill and mountain side from spring rains.

Like a natural breath,
it invigorates and stirs the soul.
Awaking new senses.

Fresh droplets hang on the leaves of the sturdy,
elegant oaks.
For centuries they've been the foreground of natures glorious living painting,
anchored deep into the earth.

Squirrels playing their game of chase,
give way to the sun slowly peeking through the cleansing dew.

Giving the living world a glimmer of tender,

eternal bliss.