The Dewdrops Song
In cold of night
From fog alight
My drops, to wwet the petals, red
With pristine liquid that I shed
Soaking the grasses wild and free
Except the ones under the tree
Where soon lovers may sit in bliss
On early morn to dream and kiss
Oh bud, drink up
Empty your cup
Before the sun can dry me out
Ensure your blooming comes about;
I will try not to drench the rose
As ladies lift it to their nose;
And pooled drops I would never want
If it is cause to drown an ant;
True, I collect to soak the bough
To fall like rain as winds blow now.
poem by Reyvrex Questor Reyes
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!
No comments until now.