Dewdrop Elegy
Reflection
In the quiet embrace of morning's breath,
A world of whispers cradles the fragile.
Dewdrops, glistening sentinels of dawn,
Hold the universe in their tiny, trembling grasp.
Each droplet a mirror, reflecting the soul's journey,
A fleeting moment caught in time's eternal dance.
The orange buds, tender and unyielding,
Stand as symbols of resilience and hope.
In their delicate form, we see ourselves,
Fragile yet enduring, transient yet eternal.
This is not just a scene, but a story,
A testament to the beauty of the small,
The quiet strength of nature's whisper,
And the profound connection between life and light.
Let this image be a reminder,
That in the smallest of things,
Lies the greatest of truths.