Morning comes with downpour of dazzling dew <br />That sits on leaves of grass, petals of the flower <br />And with splendour and glory stains them anew. <br />Beauty of Eternal image shrinks into finite Hour. <br /> <br />The cruel ray of Sun quivers the grass, the leaves <br />And the dews suddenly vaporize and flutter away <br />Like the scattered flying bees of broken beehives. <br />The parting dew yields to dreary mechanical day. <br /> <br />Though nothing, nothing can bring back the hour <br />Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower <br />Yet tomorrow Dew will return with the downpour <br />Of splendours and glories of the heavenly power.<br /><br />Osman Gani<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/though-nothing-can-bring-back-the-hour-of-splendour-in-the-grass-of-glory-in-the-flower/