The lush green dew that rises.
The mist that covers the lawn.
Droplets of water declare.
Dancers that rise in the morn
swirling. The patterns escape
dreamily into the air.
Oceans of clouds hanging, drape,
having not one single care.
Sun rising o’er the garden,
filling each dewdropp with light.
No heart could ever harden
to this beauty in our sight,
of lush green dew that rises.
A beautifully woven piece by two of poemhunters greatest weavers. Love, Andrew xx
Two of the kindest people on the site collaorating. Lovely. t x
A very successful collaboration. Thanks to you both for a lovely poem.
What Lovely team work! A brilliant Poem indeed! ! ! *10plus*! ! Best regards Friend Thad
Lovely, two great poets writing together with a great result, well done, Lynda xx
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
What a delightful result from your colaboration! Guess it should be 20 but can't do that...David.