The mysteries of nature,
The sun rays searching spied
The drops of dew so crystal clear
Like diamonds glorified.

An angel must have cried last night,
Tears falling from the sky
Must have seeped down through the stars
In heaven, way up high.
Do angels cry the drops of dew
That grace the early morn,
Then scamper off to disappear
When dawn's first light is born?
Perhaps that dawn, while creeping forth
Upon the secrets bold...
Could tell us if those silver drops
Were touched by wands of gold

~Mikie Davis~











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