mist of cloud and fog,
hover in suspension,
float unmoving above
mantles of tiny beads of dew
clothe the lawn in their moist residue,
cling to blades of grass, greenbuds
and flowers yet unopen to the sun
are licked and bathed,
the reign of dawn so short,
innocent childhood of the day
accompanied concert of chirping birds
cawing, spreading wings, cocking heads
prance and hop on the lawn,
searching for new prizes
the sun in puberty, peeps out of the sky
dissovlving clouds and fog,
the diaphanous raiment is lifted
to reveal a new form of beauty
proud in its naked state,
before covering itself with glorious beams
outshine in momentary glare of revelation
has come of age,
stares a dfferent kind of light,
stuns the misty dew
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