Through the night of the clear cold sky, I grew,
Hiding in the petals, I slept,
Then came the breeze, it whispered,
Good morning Sunshine, Wake up!
Reminding me of the job I had to do.
With the morning crack, my job begins,
A job to add beauty to this serene world,
With the petals swaying and unfolding in the tender breeze,
They find me there lying,
Twinkling with ease.
With the growing sunlight I fall,
Leaving the moist on the desiccated leaf, I smile,
One day again shall I rise,
As the job I have ,
never ceases away,
Such was the story of my life,
For I am, the dew of the Morning Fall.
