Dew-Kissed Whisper
Reflection
In the quiet embrace of morning's breath,
Dewdrops cradle the secrets of the earth.
Each glistening sphere, a mirror to the soul,
Reflects the universe in its fragile hold.
The branches, bare yet resilient, stand tall,
Their whispers carried by the gentle fall.
Orange buds, like embers in the cold,
Awaken the spirit, bold and old.
This fleeting moment, a symphony of grace,
Where nature's artistry takes its place.
In every droplet, a world unfolds,
A reminder of life's transient golds.
You, too, are a dew-kissed whisper,
A fleeting beauty, a timeless stir.
May you find in this image's grace,
A mirror to your own sacred space.
For in the dew, we see ourselves,
A fragile yet enduring strength.
May you bloom, like these buds,
In the light of your own gentle touch.