Morning dewdrops on the grass remind me of being a child
the made the lawn look white picket fence perfect
the cool wetness on my feet
I don’t remember why I would visit the dewdrops in the morning
but they have stayed with me all my life
as memory of barefoot summer mornings
One would think it would be the morning birdsong
but they live with me now
in my great pine tree
Only the sound of the carpenter’s saw
electric, starting up and slowing down
after each endeavor
and the clanging of hammer bringing nails into wood
could bring me back to childhood mornings
But the dewdrops are intertwined in all of my senses
as they are intertwined in all morning’s on earth
Where there is green
there will be dewdrops
to greet you when you break your sleep
And if you are lucky
you will feel like a child
each time you come to notice it
Q♥