Dew Poem by Ailbhe Eighteen

Dew

Rating: 5.0


Like a silver gem glittering,
On the evergreen grasses they're hanging;
The wind comes swaying the trees,
Oh, what a peace to feel the soft breeze.
The sun is ascending up in the hills;
Sending beam to the crystal-like dew.
It shines, it gleams, and fall down,
Disappearing on the moist ground.

See there is beauty in the dew.

Friday, December 14, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: nature
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Bernard F. Asuncion 14 December 2018

Ate Joan, I see the sublime beauty of nature in your poem....10+++

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