The Dew That Rests Upon the Grass at Dawn

The dew that rests
upon the grass at dawn
Gives way to a day
starting anew.
The flowers
brim with enthusiasm
As the sun gleams
A new breath for them.

The trees sigh
while providing cover.
A Weeping Willow
Calling on a song.
The birds sing
Melodiously for it.
Revelation and relief come.
Happy to fly
And flying is happiness.
For the birds have answers.

By noon,
The sand is boiling
Finding relief with the surf.
All kinds of creatures
Use it as concrete.
Without cognitive awareness.
The water is joyous.
It has it’s ebb and flow.
There is order there.
Continuity infinitely.