The sun is rising over the fields

chasing the mist away

dewdrops sparkle

on cobwebs in the grass

the world awakes

gentle

Crisp blades yawning beneath a beckoning hew
clear droplets bubbling, sunny thoughts of you
Morning has come, it is time to

I raise my hands to reach you,

When a wonder butterfly was fluttering by,

Not scared or even shy;

The moon shines down on the water

Reflecting the truth of life

The reflection as bright as any light

Casting shadows all

I sit in the silence of the dark

while waiting for the light to come,

my garden is my private ark