The dew drops too had a story to tell.

For only a tiny few among them
found an oyster,
that would gleefully accept
and nurture them into
the glistening pearl,
which would form the jewel
that adorns a sinewy neck.

While some found solace,
in the redolent hug of the
freshly manicured green brigade,
serving to quench the
thirst of the grasshopper,
which lay camouflaged and
for their arrival, fervently prayed.

Yet others hung trapped in air,
metamorphosing from bubbles
that floated on the night sky
only to be halted midway,
consumed by the dry envy
of surrounding cacophony.

The dew drops vanished and so did their story.

- pen.chant