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