Good morning, dew drops!

You who kiss the ground and grass

and melt under the warm rays of the sun

while golden maple leaves flutter

down…

down…

down…

and I watch from my window

in grateful wonder.

Dear God, can I be a dew drop for a few moments?

Let me melt into your warm presence

and bask in the gentle rays of your love.

copyright 2020 – Carla A. Romarate-Knipel

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