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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