Diamonds in the garden, early dawn
There upon each petal, glisten
Be very quiet now, don't make a sound .....
Just Listen

Fairy singing in the breeze
Spreading morning dewdrops
Across the garden, through the trees
Kissing all the flower tops

Humming the Song of Sunrise
Dancing the Dew Ballet
Awake, Dear Friend, open your eyes
Tis now, the break of day


Copyright 5/23/05
Kathryn Sunday Davis


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