Morning Dew


A meadow glistens with mildew,
every grass blade wavering and undulating.
An idyllic iridescent hue
caused by the sun's fleeting
rays, to paint a morning new!
The sable soil bearing,
every ephemeral flower it grew.
I wonder how it''s feeling,
home to this celestial view?
Beads of water glistening
on gossamer- beautiful blue,
and every other colourning
under the rainbow I knew...
This field feels hallowing,
to every creature that sees it through
eyes that are serenading
the most viridescent view.



((Most recent poem I wrote, I wanted to start off positive, and because I went on a walk recently and there was a lovely field of daffodils <33))


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