Dew Drops For Lily

Gently fall tiny dew drops and quench thy thirst Spilling into thine petals until fully immersed Glistening treasure springs from above thine own head For the valley below 'tis your final bed This satiny cup awaits your solitary drop Thy'll move not a bit whilst on velvet 'tis atop Parched thirst awaits wings sheer shimmer dies dry No dew drops to moisten thy soul shan't ne'er fly Picture inspired poem of a tiny fairy sitting atop a soft velvety mushroom holding a single lily of the valley flower cup and trying to capture that one droplet of water perched above her head