The grass glistens,

Grasshoppers bound from the sodden earth;

Zephyr blows cool from north,

Sniffing the pollens out of a flowers womb;

Petals flash the vivid colors,

Onto the morning light,

That shines off the dew,

Apples are ripe;

Kitchen smoke wafts

Through the air,

Ever so slowly,

Admiring nature's craft;

Birds chirrup, insects stridulate, eyes stir in the soft glow

And a poet is born...