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
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