Summer Dew 
                                                                by chuck graves

Ah, sweet dew of morning
Spread out net-like on the lawn
Glistening beads upon the leaves
Last sign of the dawn

Early birds have ceased their chirping
Many hours past
And left their signs of catching worms
In the dew-net grass

As the summer sun grows warm
The dew-net disappears
Glistening beads fall from the leaves
Like children's soft warm tears

So a summer day's begun
Sweet dew is at an end
Until this evening when
The summer dew will form again