Dewdrops Poem by Geeta Nair

In the morning I wake up to see
Dewdrops that are
Tiny dropp of water.
Dancing on the colored petals,
Relaxing on the meadow,
Rolling from one end to the other
Like a white pearl,
Shines like a diamond
When the rays of sun fall on them,
My hands reach to touch
The small transparent balls,
One by one I want to
Pick the white shiny beads
And pour in the string to make garland,
Urge me to gather the cute drip
To treasure in my closet,
Want to see the world
Through this crystal glass,
On the cold nights
I find them resting on the leaves.