Dew Drops on Jewelweed

Do you remember the beauty of a perfect summer morning, when you awoke to find dew drops, like tiny diamonds, shining on every leaf?

Do you remember the day's early silence broken by the buzz of the very first bee, arriving to sip the fresh juice of flowers just a bit after first light?

Do you remember the feel of soft, damp grass against your bare feet, and how you thought, in summer, that maybe you would never wear shoes again?

Do you remember swimming in the cool, clear waters, like an otter, and how good it felt - like silk - against your skin?

Do you remember when the days were long, and dawn came early and the sun stayed late, and the hours went by unmeasured; and there was time, so much time, finally enough time, for every adventure under the sun?

Do you remember, when dusk fell, watching the fireflies rise, flickering, from the grass, like tiny magic lanterns; and chasing them, only to have them flit above your head, dancing ever upward into the waiting night sky?

Do you remember, do you remember, heaven lying at your feet?

The song: The Eagles, Learn to Be Still.