If You Saw What I Saw This Morning

Glistening drops of dew
sleeping in the grass
remind me of days
I used to know
but did not hang onto
tightly enough.

We tend to forget
there is magic
in every dewdrop
and miracles painted into
every glorious sunrise.

If I were to say to you,
"I saw the sun rise today,"
you would not care.

Even if I said,
"The beautiful sunrise
inspired me to call you today,"
it would not phase you.

However, if I asked you
to sit down with me,
and I explained how
the midnight blue sky
began to turn lighter
and how the lowest boundary
of the heavens grew pinker,
you would listen.

I would continue to tell you
of the long, lazy clouds,
tinged in pink and gold
that reminded me
of the golden days
of our youth
when we were up
at the crack of dawn
playing in the amber fields.

A certain, peaceful calm
might come over you
as I told you
about the beams of light
shining through
the deep-green, dew-filled forest
as the sun
began to yawn
and to stretch.

You would certainly sit back in awe
as I related
how majestically the golden disk appeared,
without warning,
even after her procession.

Light would gleam
from your eyes
if you saw
what I saw this morning.