The freshly risen sun smiles
Upon the dewy morning grass.
Soft light,
Gentle and warm,
Floods the field.
A quiet, yet musical
Hum
May be observed…
(but only if you wish to hear it.)
You must poise your ear
And your mind,
Completely
Still.
If you wish to hear the serenade,
The opera,
The shining solo star,
Of the meadow.