The dew drops cry when dawn arrives
Sliding off the leaves
Falling to a splashy fate
The petals' grief to ease

With stems bent low under silvery weight
The burden far too much
Soft petals free with a gentle shake
As Zephyr's fingers touch

Once the tears have fallen down
They soak into the earth
And gives more life to make it strong
Granting renewal and rebirth



Penned by my hand on the 8th of Chronos, in the year 385 AF.