Kisses of Dew

Early morning

The sun is still rising

The fields are still blanketed

With spider's webs

That the morning sunlight

Shine directly through

Glistening like diamonds

Heavy with kisses of dew

Soon to evaporate

In the sun's warmth and light

Even the bashful moon

Hasn't yet realized

That the day has killed the night

So in the sky it hangs

Ignorant of its fate

The sun rises higher

The clouds dissipate

The shadows all recede 

Chased away for another day

Until the sun sinks low

And the moon comes back out to play

 

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