The Morning Dew
Nothing as sweet as the morning dew;
It shines so bright, no understanding of why,
Then retreats childishly with no ado
To a million tiny nothings in the sky.
How it shows the feelings of my life
Wrapped so neatly in a tiny globe
Transparent in it’s naked opacity
Reflecting my thoughts like a strobe.
It gives a me a new stride with pride
In all the people I know and love;
Because without these people,
I lack this hope to speak of with fervorous delight, any day or night, which makes me feel alright.