Under the shroud of black clouds

In the dead of night, mourning skies

Shed their tears, on lawns of velvety green

In the form of shining dew drops, pure and clean

Golden morning sun shines, in splendour

Making them small diamonds, every one to wonder

Those that hang from boughs, twigs and trees

File past the beholder in Twos and Threes

To drop into sands, and disappear

Into the depths unknown, not so near

Watching them makes one wonder

These drops akin to life from nowhere they appear

Just to march past a line, forever to disappear.

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