Sparkling crystals bejewel the delicate leaves
The webs like lace so quickly and intricately woven
Alive with a dazzling mist, they cling to the morning grass
As the sun rises it is like watching a glistening sea of glass
These delicate diamond dusted laces gently bend but do not break
Their creator's very lives depend on how they make
These lacy webs sparkling with captive raindrops
I suppose they could also adorn some tree tops.
Tea and Reverie
Poems written during morning tea, by Marian M. Fay
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