Like tiny pearls in a box lined with green velvet
Like moonlight in the liquid form
Rained last night
To quench the world of its ugliness.
Like a wet dog on soft green grass
They lie there, quivering
Living their short life from midnight till dawn
When the sun will fly them away.
Witches put them in their magical potions
Fairies drink them as they drop down
Elves take them to make silver earrings
Unicorns use them to adorn their crown.
Millions of dewdrops lie on leaves
And blades of grass, and sleeping rocks,
On petals of flowers, delicate and soft
On metal poles, and barks of trees
Coming and going with the breeze.
Only the sensitive stop in their paths
To look into the shiny crystal-balls
And even then, they cannot see
What secrets of the future they hold.
As the golden sun rays kiss them, they
Create little rainbows for the world to see
A last beautiful sight before they die
Before the world plunges back into its deformity.
And then they fly, like silver birds
Upon the gilded wings of sunlight,
And the cock crows, not in welcome of the Sun
But bemoaning the departure of the dewdrops.