The Dewdrops Gently Fall Poem by Mohammad Younus

The dewdrops gently fall,
whispers from the unseen—
each alike, yet utterly unique,
a fleeting work of art,
a testament to divine love.

They glimmer and twinkle,
softly cradling the light.
In winter's chill,
in spring's tender bloom,
their quiet presence graces
leaves, petals, and emerald blades—
a million tiny pearls,
gifted by the divine.

In the descent of dewdrops,
a peaceful stillness unfolds,
a gentle reminder
of life's fragile beauty,
its fleeting rush.

They melt, they fade, they vanish,
like echoes of the illusion,
leaving behind
a lingering wonder
that forever remains.

MyKoul