The guests of night secretly come, <br />Riding upon the wings of subtle air, <br />From the unknown remote world, <br />To spend a short span of time, <br />Rest on the tenderly coloured petals, <br />Soft leafy beds and points of thorns. <br /> <br />Untouchable glassy gems of purity, <br />Are made to be seen and praised, <br />Only by the pure eyes and tongues, <br />The sun beams pass through them, <br />Manifesting their divine existence, <br />Composed with the ethereal colours. <br /> <br />I often ponder sitting by them alone, <br />A child is as pure as the dewdrops, <br />When comes creeping and crying, <br />Into the world of woes and worries; <br />But the touch of our filthy fingers, <br />Makes them fall to mix into lying dust, <br />Of heinous ego, jealousy and vain pride.<br /><br />Muhammad Shanazar<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-dew-drops/
