At Break Of Dawn

I remember morning dew,
Bathing the glory flower,
More dew perched upon the leaves,
It was an early hour.

The morning mist, slightly dense,
Hovered lightly in the air,
I felt its cold and freshness,
They were present everywhere.

Birds were stirring in the trees,
The street lamps were still aglow,
A dog barked in the distance,
The pale moon was dimming low.

I recall this childhood scene,
Captured at the break of dawn,
I can feel the freshness still,
Though everything now is gone.