A poem by Dominique Lau:

Thousands of delicate

dew crystals

Gently rest upon the tips of the wild grass field

as they shimmer

from the sole ray of light.

Soon the sky is streaked–

A rose, amber, violet ombré;

Not long until it fades

Into the seas up above.

Carefully she saunters

across the field;

the droplets tickle her ankles.

Looks around,

sees none.

Silently

she smiles to herself;

she calls it life,

inner peace,

her happiness–

In her heart does it belong.