Still as the Morning Dew

Morning dew

Rests softly on

My nose,

Signaling the

Start of a new day,

It stays in place

On the tip of

My motionless nose,

Waiting to

Welcome the

Sunshine;

Day turns to

Night,

The dew has

Evaporated and I

Have not moved,

A pale white corpse

Lays silently on the

Grass,

Still as the

Morning dew.