I rose and found the shining dew on every buttercup..."
no wait...I'll have to alter that quote.
Early in the morning, while all the town was still
I rose and saw the shimmering fog on every daffodil
and I heard the coo-coo-cooing of the doves up on the hill.
The birds were loud proclaiming
that the rains had come at last
And the branches were exclaiming
Ah! Winter's finally past.
And I, a silent listener,
in the fog that wrapped the moon
dared not to move, or crunch a leaf
Lest the beauty stop too soon.