In the likeness of dew
 One can see
A nightly gathered convex galaxy
Gazillions of translucent pearls from her majesty
Infinite food for more than just whorls
Radiance expressed from a single source.
Mother ocean, giving us, her gifts, of course. 
Touched, life unfurls
Who are we to think we can improve the design of this world.
                                                                               PFL