Stepping into the garden,
The wet grass beneath
my feet
Everywhere fresh with
morning dew
The air honeysuckle
sweet
The dew drops
glistening,
The sunlight weakly
warming
It’s so good to be
alive
At the dawn of another
morning
Bathed in summer sunshine Gentle breezes stir the stems But above in the golden sun Grow an array of perfect gems
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