Dew Drops

A Dew sufficed itself
and satisfied a leaf,
And felt, "how vast a destiny !
How trivial is life !"


The sun went out to work,
The day went out to play,
But not again that dew was seen
By physiognomy.


Whether by day abducted,
Or emptied by the sun
Into the sea, in passing,
Eternally unknown.

(# poem shared from Emily Dickinson)

Woodland Friends: Flowers, Bees, Monkeys

The bee is not afraid of me,
I know the butterfly;
The pretty people in the woods
receive me cordially.


The brooks laugh louder when I come,
The breezes madder play.
Wherefore, mine eyes, they silver mists ?
Wherefore, O summer's day ?

(#poem shared from: Emily Dickinson)