Morning Dew Poem by Ima Ryma

In early morning I do find
An object that's exposed and thin.
Most plants for me are welcome bind.
When object's ready, I begin.
The object's in a cool down phase,
Reaches that point when I condense,
Causing water droplets to raise,
Gives the object surface a rinse.
Then as the morning does progress,
Depending on the heat up rate,
My water droplets become less
The more that I evaporate.

Each morning I can come anew,
And when I do, I'm morning dew.