STAR-KISSED DEW
Ah! There is something magical, divine,
In the crystal, first born, star-kissed dew.
Alike untested, untouched super wine
Or virginity not yet broken through.
The night is done but dawn has not yet dawned.
The day is in but sun has not yet risen.
The leaves are all dew-laden, newly spawned.
The time is like ethereal plantain vision.
Soon the sun will rise and drops of dew,
Will turn into a leafy rivulet.
And this process without much ado.
The surface of the Earth will be wet.
Something there is, I often find in you
The fragile virginity of newborn dew.
