A drop of dew
quiet as it is,
speaks with unmistakable pride
in its place
of clear mystery.
A profound silence
it possesses,
collecting and withholding
endless memories
of passing life.
The gift of fall,
as it lays upon the leaf,
remembering,
never forgetting,
as it absorbs.
Bringing and giving
life to its host,
while enjoying the scene
pf new and gracious
beauty.
All this comes,
and shares in bloom
the memories of past,
the image of present,
all in a drop of dew.
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