Derrick Andrews - Dew Drops Upon a Rose

The gallant sun rays, beaming upon my brow,
If only my friends could glance upon me now,
The morning dew assembling, atop a small rose,
Gathering until the strength of the petal goes,
Showering the earth with its clear, shining jewels,
Fire ants walk around them, like ignorant fools,
Can they not see the beauty in these tears from the sky? ,
Something compels me to ask them, Why avoid them, why?
They are plentiful, an abundance, this much is true,
But I believe that does not decrease their hidden value,
For each dropp is unique, though it holds the same form,
They may vary in temperature, some cold, some warm,
Or maybe even in size, for many do grow quite grand,
There has to be at least one drop, that suits all your demands,
So I implore you to carefully scrutinize every last drop,
Every Tom-boyish prospect, every fashion craved fop,
For their appearance may be nothing more than a mask,
Provided you're up to accepting this task,
Un-mask yonder shining jewel! Disrobe its apparal!
Grasp that brilliant soul, from the depths of its barrel!
If you do not search, you'll never find,
That sparkling jewel, you've had in mind,
And though I'd like to aid in you're quest,
This is you're mission, you're one grand test,
In time I know you'll find that special jewel you're searching for,
How? From experience my friend, I doubt I need say more.

Derrick Andrews

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