**This is an old post which has been reposted as a part of the reliving the old posts series. This is the 2nd such post, the first being “PURE EYES”
Dew drops on the lush green grass.
“The dew, ‘Tis of the tears which stars weep, sweet with joy.”
“Dewdrops, Nature’s tears, which she Sheds in her own breast for the fair which die. The sun insists on gladness; but at night, When he is gone, poor Nature loves to weep.”
– Philip James Bailey