There is something romantic about morning dew...
maybe it's the way the tiny droplets of water hug the tips of flowers and grass
holding on until the very last moment of their existence
or the way they capture the first light of dawn
and magnify its glow, becoming bright as luminous crystals
they'll twinkle like bright stars as they bathe in the morning sun...
then quietly disappear into thin air,
leaving barely a trace of their dewy kiss upon waking blooms.
