A sun baked flower in a rock garden,
Waits in slumber for first light.
Drops of morning nectar invoke natures pardon.
Left over from the cool arid night,
they glitter like diamonds in dawns veil.
Gems that evaporate in a gleaming sun,
bring nourishment that sustains
as the morning melts away.
Such delicate beauty hides the true
strength that withstands Summers onslaught.
Droplets like words of encouragement
when all thoughts of survival are lost.