They plunge again bringing life
Elongated like a surgeon’s knife
Glisten over every leafy foil,
Irises are they in upwards recoil.
These water droplets, heaven sent
Liken beaded necklaces in descent,
Who wore them first, doesn’t matter
Mine & your hour; is all that matters.
Oh, Lord above us. Let them, spatter
Hearts too emotional, repent - patter.
How they’ve plunged again bringing life
Looksee elongated the surgeon’s knife.
Don’t they glisten over every surface?
Lord like them; place us in good service.
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