Dewdrops and Daydreams

By [Hazrat ali]

I woke where morning barely stirred,

In hushes only robins heard.

The grass still wore its crystal lace,

As sunlight kissed Earth’s quiet face.

Each dewdrop caught the newborn light,

Like stars that lingered after night.

Tiny mirrors on blades of green,

Reflecting all I've felt and seen.

I wandered through the waking air,

With tousled hair and feet left bare.

The wind, a gentle whispered tune,

Still soft with sleep, still shy of noon.

And in that stillness, dreams took flight—

Not bold and loud, but feather-light.

They danced on petals, drifted high,

And traced soft poems across the sky.

I dreamed of places I’ve not been,

Of skies untouched by city din.

Of rivers carving tales in stone,

Of being whole while still alone.

The world, it seemed, had paused for me,

In perfect green simplicity.

The kind of peace that rarely stays—

That slips like fog or summer haze.

But still, I stood in nature’s seams,

Held safe by dewdrops and daydreams.

No need for maps, or time, or schemes—

Just breath, and earth, and drifting dreams.