in the cool of the morning
In the cool of the early morning
when the sun just begins to rise
Mystical layers suddenly appear.
Of soft, serene gray colored dew
with speckles of blue
Flowing gently like a sparkling river
Of colorful crystals
that twinkles against the lush green
and dark undertones of tall blades
of overgrown grasses
dripping drops of splashing dew
that supernaturally, magically turns
into soft serene gray colored crystals
with a speckle of blue.
Copyright © mike roberts | Year Posted 2022
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