Dewdrops by Myra Viola Wilds
Dewdrops Myra Viola Wilds Watch the dewdrops in the morning, Shake their little diamond heads,Sparkling, flashing, ever moving, From their silent little beds.See the grass! Each blade is brightened, Roots are strengthened by their stay;Like the dewdrops, let us scatter Gems of love along the way.
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