Morning Dew

When morning dew glistens
In the light of the rising sun,
Flowers open and the birds awake
After the night has slipped away
And up on the green village hill
The church bell rings,
While on my window sill
The early robin sings
His longing story,
Then I rejoice in the awakening
Of life's sweet morning glory...

Alfred Charasz
Copyright 2007 Alfred Charasz