Drops of dew reflecting light
On a cold December morning
Like tiny diamonds dancing in plain sight
Close your eyes to trap them in without warning.
So many memories might
Swell your mind to the point of bursting,
But not your heart, who knows it's right,
To record as much as it can
To beat the hourglass's sand.
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Nature's images are important to record in case they disappear.