Dews can be the sweats
Dropping from the efforts
Put into a plan
Or it could be God’s plan
When the leaves are all
About to dry, and fall
There comes a tiny fog
Keeping it wet, for long….
Trees that hide in shades
Are those that gets short changed.
Dear child, look outside
For results search and find.
I know you are good
At the things that you do;
But, pray that the dews
Will always fall on you.