Trinidad

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Summer Dew

Lying on the grass
clothes getting soaked in wet morning dew
feeling the sky, the birds, Mother Nature awakening
and ceasing to be Sleeping Beauties,
is Bliss.

Watching the sky lighten, darkness fleeing light in an ever eternal flight
iridescent blue popping into existence along the treetops
is a sight worth waiting
the world for.

Yet it wouldn't be quite perfect. Not quite yet.

For perfection is Sky Blue with puffy white
cotton candy scattered precisely around,
just waiting to be devoured,
heaven pouring in from all sides
and the faintest, ruffling breeze
preventing perfection from
stifling.
But for right now all there is
are the clothes clinging with summer dew
wet, slick, refreshing, full of promise
smelling of summer present.