As a glad goodbye to the sweltering sun the dusty heated village bade,
a gentle breeze came waving by a rousing promise of respite it made.
The winds carried their clout aloft to push the sombre clouds away,
thus was set the stage tonight for a magical dawn on the morrow lay.
The night aged well and the air relaxed, the star lit heavens above aglow,
and then the meadows held forth their arms and liquid pearls began to grow.
When dawn stirred with golden hues, the pastures moist were shimmering through,
as if Mother had bestowed the Earth with divine gifts these drops of dew!
– Narendra Nayak © 2018
A Sliver of Life 