Morning Dew

Awoken......
By the spine chilling breeze,
In the death of night,
Peering out,
Of my misty window,
Hung the moon in the middle of the sky,
Cloud surrounding it,
Forming the most beautiful scene,
And for what,
Seems to be the stars,
Hung in the midst of emerald shine,
Opening the frostbit window,
The cold and snow of the night,
Fell helplessly,
Yet in full dignity,
Welcoming the dawn of a new day,
Of the questions that puzzles me the most,
Is the vanishing of the moon,
The ending of the darkness,
But why the stars,
Still hanging low in the emerald shade?
Curiosity took over,
And I set foot on the journey,
To the canopy hidden jungles,
To retrieve what I longed for......
The first step,
Air crept into my lungs,
Chilling me inside out,
Surging me with a new strength,
The incarnation of life itself,
A teardrop of heaven,
Struck me,
As I tilted my head upwards,
I froze in awe,
In the presence,
Of the jewels of the jungle,
Synchronizing in perfection,
I etched my shivering hands out,
To fulfill my quest,
To show me my destiny,
Yet.....
The ball of flame has risen,
Ravaging me of my hope and dreams,
The one thing that,
Brought life to this shell of emptiness......