The Morning Dew

Upon the grass, the dew drops lie,
As jewels bask in dawn’s embrace;
A fleeting moment, time goes by,
Yet holds the world in tender grace.

The sun awakens, casts its glow,
And kisses each drop, pure and bright;
In this soft warmth, my worries go,
As nature gleams in morning light.

O Morning Dew! You teach anew,
The beauty found in fleeting time;
In every drop, a life imbued,
In nature’s hand, my heart will climb.

• Alphonse de Lamartine