MORNING DEW


In the distance on a hill
Covered in green grass with morning dew
She stands looking off into dreams
Of times forgotten

At these moments in her life
The world doesn't seem real to her
Lost in thought and possibilities
She wonders what might have been

What will the future bring in the randomness
Of humanities thoughtlessness
Her hair moves with the slight breeze
Raising her hands to the sky

She falls to her knees
Not in weakness
She knows now to move on
It is time to move forward and she smiles

Michael V Hechtman Copyright 2000