"top of the Morning!"

Patches of silv'ry dew on young green grass Catch me smiling back as I do pass; Catch me, too, do leafy tweets I hear--- Little tings of May that treat my ear. Day has come up perfect, winds are mild; Scattered clouds like puffballs pop on by. Sunlight glances 'round---a wond'ring child--- Fondling swinging wires that wrap the sky. Drivers start their engines, pick up speed, Now the street is live with Steel's deed! Laughing, I exult to stop right here, Writing down the "ups" that are so dear. ______________________________________ The "tings" of line 4 is not a typo.