Fingers of curling fog drifted over the land,
as the morning dew settled on the plants and trees.
The moist, heavy laden air caught one's breath,
as the sparkles of dew, shimmered, as if at sea.

As the morning sun ascended, a streak of sunlight,
shined on a majestic oak tree standing alone.
Diamonds of dew slithered on the leaves,
glittering as the sun's rays blended and shone.

The inhabitants of a nearby farmhouse, smiled,
looking out the window at the morning scene.
The tree in full floral array, displaying a picture,
as the rising sun caught the rivelets of dew in the green.

In the distance, a hound dog frisking around, barked,
his nose catching the wetness of the dew on the grass.
Tickling his nostrils in an unexpected sensation,
as he scrambled around in the impasse.

Time is passing by, as the sun rises over the countryside,
the dew evaporating, leaves shining in the aftermath.
The fog lifts, birds awaken with a song of joy,
people moving about, walking a nearby footpath.

"For the earth is the Lord's and the fulness thereof."
2 Corinthians 10:26

Written by Joan C. Nelson-Payne @ 4/9/13
wjpay39@aol.com