The Dew Quiet The quiet falls, Dew formed in first light. A billion drops morning lit. A silent welcome. A morning reverie. A welcome, a welcome. The sun risen And dew drops fall, Cloud bound once more. And quiet persists. Waiting the next dawn, Until dew silent returns. _________________________________ There is such power in the silence of nature. Billions of dew drops condense and form as dawn approaches...yet not a single one is heard. Nor their demise, fallen and absorbed or evaporated in the renewed sun's warmth.
