Jewels of climate

A dewdrop, rests on a leaf, a jewel, waiting to be freed. A morning breeze rolls in and gently lifts the gem, and with the dawning light, the dewdrop glistens bright and beautifully colours the grasses white, the sun smiles on this sight as if all is right, and here comes life and warmth, as the sun reflects on my skin. I'm filled with joy within and bliss begins to win.