Green Grass and Dew
Ah, in the silence of the night as spectral moon is round and bright, I wake to hear a linnet cry, beneath the still and star-filled sky.
But in the broader light of day, I pass my pretty flowers' display ; green grass is soft beneath my feet. I love the birds, their soft tweet-tweet.
Now in the stillness of my heart, there is a song at morning's start, which now I bubble out to you, who loves green grass and dayspring dew. Agatha Lai
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