The dew , tender
Touched by you, and never hurt by you
Just like the Creator said would be

Like the sheep that knows its shepherd
Lone oft it could be,
Knows the home , the shepherd’s heart

The dew, lone yet but never apart!

The leaf closes for the day and yet to know tenderness, the sheep,

The shepherd’s heart, weaves the poetry that

The dew, tender
Touched by you!!