A cloak of droplets
Spread upon the lawn
Descends each night
Wraps its filmy presence
Hovering and kissing
Nuzzling its limpid way
Into nooks and crannies
Refreshing moisture
Of life and growth
Birds of feather
Insects of nether
Frolicking rise and shine
Sip from the lips of dew
Another day sings away
Cold and wet expires
Sheds its mantle
Warmed by the rays
From the source
The sun rises
And the earth sinks
To be bathed
Leaves the sweet aroma
Of intercourse
The dew
Retreats and vanishes
The sway of rotation
Spreads its cloak
Refreshed raiment
Of sunny day
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