Literature
reflections in morning dew
A round mirror of pure images
Hangs on nature's green blade,
Reflecting all nuances surrounding
In a chaotic beauty of plants,
Spreading life and light, as well,
From the highest flower to the shaded root,
The drop hanging on the edge,
Waiting to fall on the blessed ground
Shows the chorus of greens
Singing to the eyes,bringing bliss
Every early morning,to last all day;
Yet,tell me why your green eyes
Like reflections on morning dew
Show only the impurity in me?