The morning dew drops fell to their rest
Little stars shine moonlight reflections
Each reminiscent of the different dimensions
To which water can be a part
For on the tapestry of earthy green leaves
A universal ballet is being rehearsed
As spinning fractals dance to the rhyming crickets
Whose choir hums to a classical melody
That soars as high as ancient redwoods
Towering above the dew drops as they pilè
Into a pirouetting waterfall
Whose crash sends cosmic waves
Of pitter pattering percussion
That quickly rises to a triumphant crescendo
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Only to fall silent as the first light of morning
Transforms the dewy pantheon
Into glorious diamonds of golden rays
Whose attitude stands defiant
Against the altitude of the coming vault
Back to the skies from which dew cried
A forlorn mist longing to reach the clouds
And escape the terrestrial embrace
Whose gravity forever tugs with tidal force
Turning mist to rain to fall in stars
Droplets destined to reunite with the lonely night
And once again dance to the dew drop ballet