Dew drops cling to grass blades like newfound friends,
Sunlight melts into a robin’s egg dome.
Bumper to bumper- glistening bugs wait,
The bright shades of green open the flood gate.

Fog covers the city with a grey sheet,
Dimming street lights give their nonchalant winks.
Soft breeze makes branches bow, waving goodbye,
Corn stalks seem to whisper as you ride by.

Meadowlarks converse in an elm somewhere,
Small talk and yawns fill the thick morning air.