Walking Through the Dew
The coolness of the summer dew
Sitting idly on the horizon
The vast expanse of this clear view
Is leaving me speechless
The oak tree from afar standing proud
With the greenest leaves imaginable
Protecting me from the dazzling dawn
Which is about to rise and engulf my life
The rabbits playing majestically on top of the hill
Celebrating the rising sun soon to come
Chasing one and other round and round
Like on a merry-go-round
As I walk towards the hill to see the sun rise
My shoes are sodden right through to my skin
The view from the hill will be of the countryside
Which I adore more and more
The curvature of the land to the streams flowing freely
To the cattle roaming through the fields looking for hay
Smoke bellowing from the farmer’s chimney
And the tractors marauding across the landscape
How I love these beautiful country mornings
Which allows me to witness nature’s morning celebrations
The journey back home is worth every hour
If only to walk in the morning dew
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