I love the dew soaked grass and its’ cold
The earth, the crust and the splendor
The joyful radiance of the summer sky
Like a child’s smile, warm and tender

Lying on top of the green pastures
With my being smeared by the droplets
To me, it’s an act of self-surrender
Redemption as good as a healing trinket

The ants were leading their way
The bees were building their hives
The birds were chirping their songs
On a beautiful and grand countryside

These places of imagination
Are bright visages of a painter
They are fine impressions of a poet
Whose words flow like a river

Dreams are like tour guides
They lead us to a faraway land
Caught in the splendor of an adventure
They are vast and expansive like the desert sand

I love the dew soaked grass
I love the morning mist
I love nature and its colors
They matter most than my daily list.

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