Who Cares

This mornings dew
Nothing new
But how does this be?
New ones I do see!
The grass illuminated by the sun
Looks so twinkly like a star
But only to be gone with the noon
Oh such a bitter terrible noon
Evaporating my dear friends
I hear their screams to no end
But wait...
AREN'T they inanimate?
Should it matter?
They'll be back tommorow
But won't they be different?
Not the same little drops
Not the ones I knew
Oh the confusion
Which is not too confusing
The answer right there
Being ignored
To no end
Shall we go toward...

Its the speaker confused about whether or not he/she/it's little dewdrop friends are the same ones, but he/she/it knows that they're different but doesn't want to let the old ones go

I really like the nature symbolism! It reminds me of Robert Frost. I've always liked his poetry.
Great metaphor!

It IS kind of Frosty (hehe). Not to be all dark about it but it sounds like a metaphor for life, you know? So fleeting...As in every dewdrop is a person who only stays around for a brief time

Love it!!! Reminds me of "nothing gold can stay" from Frost. But also telling that the ordinary pieces of beauty and nature and life, are not just ordinary. Especially when the "grass eluminated by the sun" meant something particularly meaningful to you one day, and the next they don't. Suddenly missing the identical day before, when you saw that beauty differntly. Showing that inanimate objects can hold different meanings from day to day, or from person to person.