Dreams in the Dew

In morning's delicate and glistening hue,
'Twixt silver blades where dreams and dew collide,
The stars descend, awash in twilight blue,
And nestle in the meadow's arms with pride.

Waves of light caress each tender leaf,
Unraveling the secrets of the night,
In whispered songs that mend the heart's belief,
With cosmic tales etched in dawn's soft light.

The dew, like beads of ancient wisdom spilled,
Holds echoes of the universe's lore,
While dreams, in silent reverie distilled,
Weave threads of fate from celestial core.

Oh, to wander through this wistful scene,
Where dreams in dew reflect what might have been.