Wednesday, November 4, 2020

Dewdrops Myra Viola Wilds

Dewdrops

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.

This poem is in the public domain. Published in Poem-a-Day on August 16, 2020, by the Academy of American Poets.

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Wednesday, November 4, 2020

Dewdrops Myra Viola Wilds

Dewdrops

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Existence..... what a strange word