Dewdrops look like crystals shining in the sun,
This morning every blade of grass is proudly wearing one.
I’ll enjoy them while I can, for soon they’ll disappear.
The sun is rising fast: heat of day will soon be here,
Like a mother wipes a baby’s tears, that’s what the sun will do,
The crystals then will slowly fade, and so I say adieu,
The days have changed and now we see the ground is white with frost
Until another season, our crystals have been lost,
Replaced by looks of diamonds shining in the night
Dew and frost from God above, gifts for our delight.
~ Verna Mann
