First Morning Light Poem by Bill Simmons

In the morning before the dawn
Where upon the leaves the dew exist
Comes forth creature tiny and small
Approaching dew dropp where it is

With tiny hands outstretched wide
And standing only one eighth inch high
Still awakening from her slumber
She yawns and rubs her eyes

Within a dew dropp she sees reflection
As it sits within its place
With tiny hands she plunges in
Takes a drink, washes her face

At the edge of leaf she sits near me
Waiting for the morning sun
As others too they awake
As another day it has begun

In the forest, in this valley
Where ever still was within the night
All nature now it stirs
As brings forth life at first morning light

As I sit and as I ponder
While I watch this all begin
I share a smile so worthwhile
With my new ladybug friend

Copyright 2008 Bill Simmons
aka BillWilliamStar
BillWilliamStar@aol.com