Diamonds of the Dawn
I suppose there are quite a few,
Poems about the morning dew.
On leaves, on flowers, on blades of grass,
A drop of water, a glittering mass.
To be cherished by an earnest eye;
A treasure to which all may come by.
You need no map, no compass rose,
You need no pass to see it up close.
More brilliant than any royal crown—
Like diamonds on a lush green gown.
This timeless jewel, it is not rare,
It needs no polish, no expert’s care.
From where they come, there is no mine;
They fall from somewhere far an’ divine.
Boundless beauty! So pure and clear!
You smile and say, ‘’Tis an angel’s tear!’
Like magic crystals, they fade away,
As soon as touched by Apollo’s ray.
Our Earth, the dewdrops skillfully adorn—
It’s Nature’s way of greeting the Morn.
Angel