Morning dew

• Slump, drowsy, warm and unsteady

I love the morning but for the day I’m not ready

• Everything is fresh the sky and the air

The day is a canvas, start painting I don’t dare

• For being unproductive in peace is so pleasant

We humans are lazy at times, production we resent

• The sun yawns and stretches just as we do

While we shower and think of the day and plan it through

• The smell of morning the cars, dirt, and air

All smell distasteful yet somehow fair

• And when the sun has learned and has out grew

We say our goodbyes as we witness the death of morning dew