Dewdrops on the Dawn

Morning's tender grasp, woven tight,
In dew's gentle kiss, a world alight.
Each droplet, a mirror to skies so wide,
Reflecting the dreams that in darkness hide.

Awake, oh heart, to dawn's soft call,
Where light dances on the water's small.
In each sparkle, life’s quiet plea,
To cherish moments, let the soul be free.

Amber hues, and golden light,
Whisper tales of day and night.
In this dance, eternal and sweet,
Dewdrops and dawn, in silence meet.

So here I stand, in the morning's embrace,
Feeling the world's gentle grace.
In every drop, a story told,
Of life, of love, of brave and bold.

Let us linger in this fleeting sight,
Where dawn meets day, and day meets night.
In the quiet of the morning so dear,
We find the strength to face our fear.

For in dewdrops on the dawn, so clear,
Lies the wisdom of the world, near.
A reminder, in the day's new light,
To live, to love, to fight the good fight.