Like the melting floes of ice, That swirl with the push of the wind, The dew glistens from afar. I couldn't help but surmise, That it was formed from the vapor, Cooled from moments ago. Its appearance is significant, I couldn't help but notice. Oh, how so important , That this should happen, The way it did. Taking a step backward, It glimmers still, As if I just stepped forward. This is pure magic. As it is just a simple dew.