Morning dew pearled

On blades of grass

And the wetness stang

My bare toes

Which felt the coolness

Of the September nip.

Nimbly passing

The wayward pebbles,

I rushed pell- mell

Towards the gurgling waters

Which sprayed crystal drops.

Almost reaching the stream,

Sparkling in the morning rays,

I stubbed my toes

On a stubborn rock

Which accosted me.

The sudden impact

Catapulted the feckless me

Into the chilling waters

And I came up spluttering,

 Water spurting from nose and mouth,

Clothes drenched and clinging.

Opened eyes awakened me

To gladly find that I was dry

And it was all a dream!