I've often wished I were a drop of dew,
joining forces with a single blade of lively grass.

Unaware of worries trying to tear my being apart,
or a conscience attempting to give my corrupted soul a wash.

Wouldn't it be a delight to be this small,
too minute to have room for troubles at all.

To be enchanting in simplicity,
yet ever ready to help a new dawn fight the black hue.