Dew
The moisture from this
Morning’s dew
Supplemented natures
Humidity and hue
Plants as if living
And growing so big
Overtook the yard
Prompting me to dig
Holes of future
Bulbs and seeds
Eradicating the overgrown
Senseless weeds
Of ivy and oak
And all the rest
Mother Nature doesn’t
Always know what’s best
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