Morning: A blade of Grass.

Softly moving on wet sand
I came to a field of smiling crowds
Of blades of green grass.
Passing through them
One caught my feet
So I sat with that and touched
The tiny dew drops on its face
Were filled with heavenly fragrance
The nightly-bathed by stars
Each pouring a drop on every blade
And when it comes the morning
The sun rises and glitters
With piercing light
Each blade of field gets that light
And it spreads around everywhere 
I see around the others
The land is covered with such sights
From every filed rising a light 
towards sky it moves.
The earth, sky and whole universe
Glittered with morning light.