The lush green dew that rises. <br />The mist that covers the lawn. <br />Droplets of water declare. <br />Dancers that rise in the morn <br />swirling. The patterns escape <br />dreamily into the air. <br />Oceans of clouds hanging, drape, <br />having not one single care. <br />Sun rising o’er the garden, <br />filling each dewdropp with light. <br />No heart could ever harden <br />to this beauty in our sight, <br />of lush green dew that rises.<br /><br />Ernestine Northover<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/lush-green-dew-duncan-wyllie-ernestine-northover/
