the morning dew
upon a blade
of grass beneath my feet
it slips between
as I walk on
my sun is here to greet

to greet me this early hour
as he receives the day
warming up the summer air
he sends me on my way

to tend to the lovely plants
an talk to all the flowers
to toil away the time,

an say hello to busy ants
to sing in summer showers
to write another rhyme,

"go" says my Natosi
"go an live some poetry
in the garden today"

Ma Cherie © 2017