Morning Dew

Morning Dew Walking with the cool fall breeze ruffling my hair, the Sun rising with its comforting warmth. I hear the river applauding me as I sing. Sparrows in the distance are keeping rhythm, as I make my way through the damp grass. My eyes are drawn to the fog coming off the open field, reminding me of the spirits of long ago rising from a long rest. Slow and groggy slipping into the fresh open air it disappears. The smell of wet leaves and grass fill the air as I continue on my journey. As I get closer to my destination I feel a familiar presence, one I have known throughout my existence. I look down to see the eternal resting place of my grandfather. I reach down and remove the fallen leaves and over grown weeds. After a quick prayer and an I love you I sit and talk to him. While I watch the sun continue to rise I think about the times we had. I think about the times we will never have, I think about the way I love him, I think about how it will be when I see him again.