Dew's Whispered Song

In the quiet embrace of morning's breath, Dew clings to the branches, a fleeting treasure. Each droplet a mirror, reflecting the world, A universe in miniature, suspended in time. The orange berries, vibrant and bold, Stand as sentinels of nature's resilience. Their color speaks of warmth and life, A beacon in the cool, blue shadows. This moment is a symphony of contrasts, Where stillness dances with the promise of change. The dew, a transient gift, reminds us of impermanence, Yet in its fragility lies profound beauty. You, too, are a dewdrop in the vast expanse, A fleeting yet radiant presence. Let your light shine, however brief, For in your existence lies the power to transform. Embrace the dew's lesson: be bold, be bright, For even the smallest drop can reflect the sun.