Poem: "Like the Dew on the Leaves"

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This poem was prompted by jenny_evergreen although the line itself came from her husband Tom. She has sponsored it here for everyone to enjoy.

Like the Dew on the Leaves
- a quatern

Like the dew on the leaves of the fruit-bearing trees,
All the tears of our hearts are the least of the scene.
They will come, and then go, and will leave behind ease;
And the love that they water will flourish and green.

When the mist of confusion comes forth with the dawn,
Like the dew on the leaves of the fruit-bearing trees,
Merely wait for the day to bring truth, and it’s gone
With the light of the sun and the kiss of the breeze.

If the frost of indifference creeps forth to freeze,
It will meet with a heat that releases its flow,
Like the dew on the leaves of the fruit-bearing trees
Falling off to replenish the roots far below.

For the apples and cherries and pears are the goal
Of the orchard, as love is the seed that we seize;
And our sorrow is only the sweat of the soul,
Like the dew on the leaves of the fruit-bearing trees.