Morning dew clings to blades of waving grass,
The minuscule beads glimmer in the rays of sunlight as they peak over the horizon,
I can see it

Sidewalk pieces jet this way and that,
The asphalt adhering to the tree root beckoning it to move,
I can see it

Tiny lights twinkle in a distant town,
The hustle and bustle of a world that is never quite put to rest,
I can see it

It is all so clear,
Yet my eyes are closed.