A Dewdrop Born In An Early Morning
a dewdrop from a wandering bead
born in somewhere deep and deep in valley
asking the reason why he has to be born
dyed blue
in a moon
light
and thinking of the meaning of life
looking up at the countless stars
the dewdrop driven by the early morning sunbeam
that came climbing up the wall from the other side
of the rugged mountain came to a spring
being formed from misty beads and dews
that were born at dark of the night
and flow as a rivulet for the place somewhere in an unknown lowland
although a water bubble the transformed dewdrop drifts in the gathered waters
to a destination unknown
there was a springtime after cold shivering winds of the days
and ice to stand still for a while
because it carried time with it
and that was why birds twittered from the treetop
along side of a flowing water
then summer came with big strides
accompanying clouds side by side
throwing hot air to kill a cicada burned alive
under thick green tree leaves shrilling chirrup
and for nothing would permit water to stop or pause
no matter how wearisome is the water
it has to flow ceaselessly as if it's the water’s destiny
and while doing so
a reddened dead leaf falls on the water
and comes along with the water to the mouth of the river
where you’ll see the waves clasp with the edge of sky
at yonder horizon the great water the home of a dewdrop
born in one moonlit night
Copyright © Su Ben | Year Posted 2015
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