Morning Dew

Upon the grass, a diamond glints, Each droplet holds the dawn’s warm breath; As sunlight spills, the spirit hints Of life’s renewal, soft as death.

The world awakes with whispered light, Each blade a mirror of the sky, In quietude, the heart takes flight, A perfect pause before the sigh.

Come, walk where morning’s fingers trace, In every glance, the beauty stir; In dew, find nature’s sweet embrace, And lose yourself in dreams, a blur.

• Helen M B M Maud