Like beads of sweat that cling to you
I am but laced in that morning dew,
I do radiate with droplets that sheen
They cool me down and keep me clean.
But high up above sits the rising sun
Without all it's glory then i am done,
For in the midst of it's daily grasp
I hold my head above all the grass.
All the beauty that protrudes from me
All of those colors that are not green,
They are awakened from a deep sleep
So all prying eyes can take their peep.
