Sweet Morning's Dew
Bare feet in the grass,
wet from the sweet morning's dew.
I venture out to greet the dawn
and walk towards the view.
Above the mountains there bursts
orange and red, the dawn,
rising like a phoenix
... and now the night is gone.
Copyright © Francine Roberts | Year Posted 2011
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