Dews are morning eaters, their perfumed
land, soft strokes air touch quivering
sweet round silkily breasted moaning sunbeams, up lighted green grass, sulfur
blooms, slopping dragon fly, whiffing leaves, wimple river, humming spider
spree… not only one but many, versatile dews come again again with their clean
shaved sunbeam faces and grooming their morning. Fragrance
blooms open their eyelids, wonders lips pass though softy morning, marveling their verses! Love me more they says!