Sweet Morning Dew
Soft, the Morning Dove,
does greet the new sunrise.
Calling me to waken,
wipe sleep from my eyes.
Drawn to my garden,
as sunlight starts to breach,
to lay a golden crown,
upon mountains, out of reach.
As a gentle breeze comes,
calm and serene I kneel.
Dance, the delicate blossoms,
on their petals revealed.
Fresh morning dew,
Perhaps to take a sip,
would taste of flowers,
sweet upon my lips.
For the contest: Good Morning
Sponsored by Francine Robert
Placement: 1st
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