Greetings city dwellers, I’m a morning dew drop..
You might not know me, my discovery requires a long hop
I live in the wilderness, eternal vast and green..
I like to hide in the roses, to remain unseen
Shiny and sparkly I am, like a diamond lying around..
Reflecting the world onto itself, projecting it small and round
Beauty seems abundant, I want to see it all for sure..
I roll off the leaves briskly, like a traveller eager to explore
In the darkness I think and introspect as the world grows old..
When the birds chirp its a sign, the visual glory about to unfold
With open arms I await my fate, while the time ticks ever so slow..
It was glorious while it lasted, the morning sun has begun to glow
I perish every day as the world begins to stir..
Only to be resurrected when it succumbs to the blur
The world looks splendid as I near my total spend..
I appreciate it even more, since nigh is my inevitable end
Akin to my shelf-life, this poem remains short..
Until tomorrow, signing off, the humble dew drop