Dewdrops of a summer morn drip into the waters of existence.
They are the memories of time
They are the firsts, the lasts,
The beginnings, and the ends.
They slide along the leaves of trees
Like tears upon one's face.
They make ripples in the water
Like secrets shared between friends.
They bring life to the earth
Like your first Love.
And take away the dryness of the air
Like the laughter of a child
They bring hope
They bring joy
They bring anger
They bring regret.
But all in all, they are good.
Dewdrops of a summer morn drip into the waters of existence
But they are never forgotten.
J.P.