The Dew Drops

Those green & greyed grass,
As tastes the gentle dew drops,
Feels the reincarnation & rejuvenation,
After a long sleep of dull & death. & feels the energy once again.
The energy of positive growth & beautiful build-up.
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Those flowers in my garden,
& the leaves associated with them,
As embrace the drops on it's bosom,
Cherishes the reviving beauty,
Which seemed had faded somewhere,
In the darkness of stifling heat & profanity.
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The soil of the court-yard,
As fondle those refreshing drops,
Sense the vitality & stamina once again.
Stamina of bearing the lives,
In the shape of plants, flowers & fruits.
Stamina of normal execution of the cycle of ecosystem.
& Stamina of bearing the most greedy & barbarous creature, humans.
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The morning of the rural & urban life,
As inherits those devine & frosty drops.
Feels the nourishment & freshness.
Nourishment with the coolness & calm.
& Freshness of the environment,
Subsidising the intense & gigantic pollution, a little.
& making the morning better than other parts of the day.
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The drops in the summer night,
Seems to be a bliss.
Providing relief from the stifling heat,
& spare us with little pleasant & environment,
We humans & animals as well.
Letting us sleep comfortably. .
Those young innocent & emphameral drops,
Though situates for a very short period,
But through it consistent love,
Nourishes & Beautifies every element,
& adds the necessity in the correct mechanism of the cycle,
The cycle of life.
& inspite of being the timid creature, just a drop,
Favours the whole world efficiently.
-Fauzia Afreen