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In the Dawn of morning amber , dew kissed blades of grass are bent in the shape of smiles. For some reason or other I begin to see something further .. Have you ever noticed how the breath of night kisses the dawn, or how the grass carries a droplet like a good samaratin who brings a cup of water to one who thirsts? They simply compliment one another's need.. As I look towards my pond , I see an array of stalky weeds suddenly blanketed in a righteous robe of white, as it was the perching ground for frogs who somewhere in the night became lovers .. Mimosa trees sway with a crown of beauty as it looks at it's adornment of pink in the reflection of the water.. It's leaves delicately blow across the water like delicate fingers in a moment trying to capture beauty in a mirror , never realizing the beauty it sees is its own .. .. how is it that so many things through nature speak? Like a weed that gives shade to dirt , never speaking a word it just does. Love is an action without a requirement of words .. The perfection of God speaks everywhere ..