Sun still rises

It is morning,
and the sun still rises
And you, my friend?

The crows have awakened,
and they’re still cawing
You too, my friend?

And all the little insects
make their sound way in time
And so with us, my friend?

The glistening morning dew,
where does it go?
To a listening heart, my friend?

Image credit: Migrant Hawker (Aeshna mixta), Tony Hisgett from Birmingham, UK (2011).