Spring morning dew

Glistens the grass

And I walk outside with him

To show him bright yellow flowers

Bursting forth in the April sun.

We stand together gazing.

He smiles in joy.

His wonder at the beauty before him

So clear and radiant.

He reaches out and I bring a flower

Close for him to touch.

It is wet on his fingers.

Wiggly fingers wet with dewdrops dripping off

Yellow spring flowers.