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.