A dew drop unable to find love,
With the sun that shines from far above,
Shining when the sun glows,
But calling them, its killing blows,
Oblivious to see, the sun hides,
To let the dew have its rides.
Ignorant to know that, the leaves,
Where it finds a home to please,
Without the sun, would not be glee,
Even if blessed by the riches of the lordly.
Will the dew drop ever know?
Without the sun, the dew cannot grow.
If all the world is filled with snow,
The dew drop will have nowhere to show.