THE MORNING DEW
As the sun rises in the east and the shades of night are slowly lifted,
I view the morning sun slowly rising in the east.
When the darkness makes way for the light, one can see the fresh dew hanging heavy
on blades of grass. It has bent them, some only slightly, while others
droop towards the earth. These fragile droplets sparkle in the rays
of the morning sun while displaying colors of the rainbow in every direction.
The warmth from the sun will soon shorten their life, and some will die,
evaporating under the rays of the warming sun, while others slide down the blades
of grass to feed the earth. The air is cool and fresh with gentle breeze,
and this is the inspiration for the morning stroll as I walk towards the sun.
I am free to choose, so why go west? Enjoy the sight while it lasts, before
the heat of the day. The sky changes as the sun rises and the reds
and orange fade to merge with the blue. Some insects emerge to forage again,
while others hide away, until the shadows of the setting sun heralds
another night of their particular life.
And so another cycle begins.
Copyright © Raymond Westley