How I Long

How I long for the silence of a dew drop That descends slowly from the sky And settles calmly on the green verdure Never hurting even a tiny blade of grass How I long to be a cool and balmy breeze Blowing unbidden from the East or the West Or from any direction, as a whiff of fresh air Wiping the sweat from an anguished brow How I long to be a lullaby sweet That quells the anxieties of a little one And puts his dreamy eyes to pleasant sleep To be 'charioted' to the land of sweet dreams Never shall I seek the brilliance of a rainbow With those colorful bands iridescent That sets the earth and the sky ablaze After a slight drizzle or a scanty rainfall But how I long to be a tiny glow worm That keeps reeling round and round Throwing flickers of flame around Though cannot be a self effacing candle