A perfect sphere,
a teardrop of light,
surface tension
holds it,
a crystal prism,
bending dawn's blush.
Tiny,
0.02-0.5mm,
a pearl on a blade of grass,
condensation's breath,
on a clear night,
humidity's sigh,
dew-point's kiss.
A fresh start,
a photographer's dream,
nature's alchemy,
a water source,
for the spider,
for the plant.
Purity,
is a new beginning.
Moisture whispers,
science in droplets.
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