How much does change in a day, or a day and a night ?

 Well, that sounds like an intro for Caroline via Dragonfly:


https://youtu.be/qs8hlhPXA8U?si=pG_PbB1vdME_PIhY


But this is not about that but about my father, and the events that transpired after he past away and how , in particular Morning Dew, The Grateful Dead connects me to that time, and so no surprise or maybe a surprise I got my friendly neighborhood a.i. to create a poem on that theme which follows:


Sure! Here’s a four-stanza poem about "Morning Dew," its ephemeral nature, and dimensions:


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In dawn's embrace, the dew drops gleam,  

A fleeting dance, a whispered dream,  

Each crystal sphere, a world anew,  

Reflecting light, in shades of blue.


Dimensions shift in morning's glow,  

Transience wrapped in nature’s flow,  

A moment held, then swept away,  

As sunbeams chase the misty gray.


Ephemeral threads of time entwine,  

In fragile beauty, we find the divine,  

Each droplet's sigh, a soft farewell,  

In quiet stillness, their stories dwell.


So cherish the dew, as it fades from sight,  

A reminder of life’s delicate light,  

For in every breath, and every hue,  

Lies the essence of all, like morning dew.


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I hope you enjoy it! 


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