The Dew

Dew twinkles like diamonds on velvet petals of crimson, 

Shimmering, shining, sparkling in the morning light.

Morning softness, gentle breezes, making the lights shift and dance,

Glory in simplicity.  Beauty beyond sublime.

The time is fleeting, 

The diamonds vanish into mist,

The sun claiming those jewels as tribute,

For life-giving warmth and light.

The morning dew cannot last forever,

But in one moment, fleeting and swift,

It shimmers like the diamonds set down by faery hands.