In the misty sunrise, not quite rain, not quite dew.
Moisture on blades of grass, accents flowers...
Fingers of light break the horizon.
Reaching and stretching like exercises for a pianist.
They touch the lake still gray with sleep trying to decide if it wants to awaken to the morning light.
They tease, they caress, as they stretch out reaching, touching..
Finding the lake still too asleep, they reach for land.
Turning the moisture it touches into gems of beauty.
Diamond covered blades of grass awaken in their caress.
Accentuating flowers with silver topaz as they reach out beyond the sleeply lake.
I thank you for reading this and hope your mornings are a beautiful as mine...
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