Dew Drops

The summer nights are almost magical.
The dew glistens on a late night's breeze
As the fireflies light it gently.
You can smell the dew drops getting misty
As the stars twinkle like lanterns
On the moon as a light.
It appears as though you can see
Those tiny little creatures...
Fairies! I think.
And I know I must believe it
For that is the work of their tiny little hands.
Because as you have described it
It seems as if its a miracle...
But no, no, no!
The craftwork of it's shine must be the work
Of something precious.
For that is why I believe in the most magical creature
Who makes the night seem so magical
At it's most magical time.