Glistening Gems of Dawn

In dawn's tender embrace, they glisten bright,

Tiny jewels, kissed by the night,

Dewdrops, delicate and pure,

Nature's gift, a beauty to endure.

Upon each leaf, a silvery trace,

A moment's touch, a soft embrace,

Dewdrops linger, a morning's tear,

As if the night had whispered secrets here.

They cling like diamonds, so pristine,

Reflecting the world in a liquid sheen,

In the first light's gentle hue,

Dewdrops sparkle, in colors anew.

Each blade of grass, a treasure's bed,

Where dewdrops rest their tiny heads,

In the quiet of the breaking day,

They silently, gracefully, fade away.

But in their fleeting, transient grace,

Dewdrops leave a lasting trace,

A reminder of nature's artistry,

In their brief and beautiful mystery.

So, as the morning sun ascends,

And dewdrops' reign begins to end,

Remember their delicate, shimmering view,

A testament to nature's morning dew.