Heavy Lies the Dew

heavy lies the dew,
upon the blade of grass
struggling to hold it up,
for the shimmer,
of morning next.
The little gnome
runs around
making sure the blades do not foul,
and let their dew drop,
hit the ground,
the blade keeps struggling on.
The sun is in the air,
peaking through the clouds,
the little gnome hides,
as the people come on out,
walking through the land,
of the blades and the dew
getting their feet all wet,
from the morning dew.





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