The Morning Dew At dawn, the world glistens with dew, Tiny orbs, shimmering jewels, Adorning leaves and petals alike, A delicate embrace of morning, As sunlight stretches, Kissing the grass awake, Each droplet holds a reflection, A moment captured, In nature’s fleeting hours, The promise of a new day, Where every breath is filled, With possibility, And the earth awakens, To its rhythm, A gentle reminder, Of the beauty of beginnings.

• Mario Carli