Gemlike droplets spread about
On ground’s green, growing grass
Glisten in the morning light
And tell of night’s cool breath
Each one, its own world, it seems;
With colors that abound
Dancing with the sway of breeze
And swirling with the light
Gemlike droplets spread about
On ground’s green, growing grass
Glisten in the morning light
And tell of night’s cool breath
Each one, its own world, it seems;
With colors that abound
Dancing with the sway of breeze
And swirling with the light
A Poem A Day 