Dew

To the delight of mowing cows and bleating goats
But to the chagrin of the old school herdsman
Or the kid caned for soiled shoes
On a Monday morning
Till it rides the rising motes
Till it runs and hides
From the heat of the sun
So it can rest for the day
Till mother nature cries again

Dew Poetry

 °~Dew~°
It hops onto leaves 
From the cold airs of the dark 
Like a thief it Springs to life 
In the dead of the night 
Waiting upon dawn, 
To kiss the sweet beams 
Of the rising sun 
This tiny rainbow worlds 
Twinkling, dangling from leaves and tubes 
From branches, glass and roofs 
From grass by road sides, and grazing fields 
To the delight of mowing cows and bleating goats 
But to the chagrin of the old school herdsman
Or the kid caned for soiled shoes
On a Monday morning 
Till it rides the rising motes 
Till it runs and hides
From the heat of the sun 
So it can rest for the day 
Till mother nature cries again

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