The Morning Dew

Have you ever seen the morning dew,
as a droplet of earths tears lands on a flower,
crimson, and violets, and yellows, in deaths final hour
Does the morning dew arrived for our soldiers afar,
those who fight for freedom, but are yet so far,
Does peace visit them in the form of an autumn rain,
Yet the quilt of death and destruction are stained by tears of lovedones so near, only to sooth our souls with signs of worth, so that in turn, our soldiers lives will not be unheard
Why is there such peace in an summer rain?
Why is there such peace in the tears of the fiery sun. that blazes on the heads of our soldiers who fight for thier lives, only to leave those they love behind.
Hoorah!