Dew Diamonds

Geum rivale, Store Blå Kilde, Rold, Denmark

Morning dew poem

Right before the sun rises,
the early morning dew begins
to drip, drip, drip.

The smell in the air is sweet from the
freshly watered flowers.

The fog is beginning to lift as the kids
scurry to the bus stop.

The dampness in the air makes everything
crystal clear.

And at that very moment, life is great when
you notice the simplest of things. (tt)

(Nikon D700, Carl Zeiss T* 100/2 Makro-Planar, iso 200, tripod)

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