The Morning Dew…

Taking the morning walk,
Passed by all the flowers…
As fresh as the morning,
Covered with the dew…
They seemed to me their tears,
Asking and begging for the warmth of the sun…
Leaving a trail of my footprints behind,
Smudging the smooth grass’ shine…
The silence in the morning mist,
Passed shivers up to my spine…
Still walking with my hungry eyes,
To find some warmth around…

© 2013 Pimmi Nag