A small drop of hew
Hold inside it an amazing hue
Of the earth so vast
Till on the grasses it does last
In the cool winter
It hangs onto leafs to shiver
And lives not long
With light it sings its last song
It falls to the ground
To get lost not to be found
So is life a drop of dew
Once gone does not appear anew
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