Morning Dew


Morning light sparkles, diamonds in the rough be found.
Morning dew trembles on unremarkable mound.

A worker sits, his night shift done.
Now it is off to the morning fun.

But first he sits and drinks his morning dew.
Letting his tentacles ensure the water is true.

Above the night clouds beat a hasty retreat.
To an Ant like Titan, this is an awesome feat.

He stares with wonder in his eyes.
As his fellow ant coworkers pass by.

And another day turns for every society.
From the tall to the small, the Less and the mighty.

S&D

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2 Responses to Morning Dew

  1. Like the ending in particular. Nice writing!

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