Dew

being expose
to the elements,
the grass are frozen,
constantly,
frigidly,
by the icy breeze.

in the wee hours of the night
they shiver,
heplessly,
unresistingly,
before the the break of the dawn,
they cry out in silent anguish.

the tiny specks of water
glitters in the sun,
the shade tears of the grass.