Dewdrops

Dewdrops on the sweet grass
on a summer's morn
Bare feet feel so good now
unbound by shoes I've worn.

Sparkling like a crystal
shining in the sun
how my feet just love you.
Now I want to run.

Dewdrops on the sweet grass
moisture oh so sweet
before the sun does dry you,
before I must retreat

I'll meet you on the morrow
so once again I'll know
just what the grass must feel like
when it feels your shiny glow.

poem by Edwina Reizer
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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