The glistening dew at dawn

As it trickled from the heaven,

It was enshrined by the mist

That hung around in the night sky,

Carried away by the joy of being special.

The cold breeze whispered the secret

About the mighty river that adorned the Earth.

The tiny dew was swayed by the swirling breeze

And it ran down only to be caught by the tiny rose bud.

There it stayed, all night long

Wondering, if it were special at all.

When the golden rays unfolded,

The gentle wind scattered the Morning mist.

The silence of the night was broken

By the tweet of chirping birds and buzzing bees.

The lovely spring flowers danced while

Getting drenched in gentle kisses by the sparkling dew.

The dew that glistened on the flower bed which

Never realized the blissful feeling of being alive,

Rolled on to the ground sacrificing itself,

Giving up to the glory of dawn.

A new day dawned and at the end of it,

It trickled down from the heaven again

Wondering if it would be lost in the breeze,

Failing to live the few hours that nature spared.

Never did the dew sense that

It had a silent admirer up in the sky.

The moon shined all night

Staring at the ignorance of the gleaming dew!