Dewdrops

Myra Viola Wilds

Watch the dewdrops in the morning,

Shake their little diamond heads,

Sparkling, flashing, ever moving,

From their silent little beds.

See the grass! Each blade is brightened,

Roots are strengthened by their stay;

Like the dewdrops, let us scatter

Gems of love along the way.

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