The night’s intense longing
The restless twisting and turning
Gives birth to the dew in the morning.
It is an answer to all the yearning
To the pain that keeps burning
The dew of the morning.
As it grows, it tends to fall
It’s a courtship that the day does not want to recall.
The breeze whispers that it must disappear
Its presence does not gather any cheer.
The dew that had managed to sneak through the blankets of night
Is now pushed to the edge as it struggles to offer a fight
It clings to its leaf
Though their conversations were brief
They will hold on to each other when no one believes
The dewy love clinging to the leaf.
The breeze now grows strong
It does not take long
For the dew to fall
The dew tumbles and trips
As the leaf continues to flip
The light stairs and gleams
The leaf is woken up from the nightly dream.
But the dew shall return every night
Even though it has to fall in the morning light.
The dew will always cling to the leaf
Hold on to its love even if no one believes.