She falls out of the morning sky
With thousands others… sparkling white…
She brings with her the misty chill
Washing away the scary night…
The morning’s still … eyes so blue…
Crunching memories … soothing few…
Finding refuge in your world so new…
Surrounded I stand among the droplets of dew…
The droplet I see gracefully descends …
Settling on a leaf so dead and dusty…
She makes her way through its brittle ribs…
Reviving the leaf, hit by times so gusty…
She slides, she dances …
Living a new morning, she happily prances …
Lost in the mist, I watch her closely …
Mischievous like a child … missing glances …
She gets to the edge and I know she is about to lose her
grip …
But she seems not to care much of the end...
She’s at the leaf’s tip and is about to fall off…
A moment before she would disappear in the thirsty land…
And then I see what makes her die with a smile on her face …
The sparkle ... the rising sun puts in her soul makes her
immortal…
My naïve self thinks she is set ablaze and will vanish in no
time…
But I am wrong and suddenly enlightened by the light that
emerges out of her tiny existence …
She departs with a brave heart … lighting up my eye with her
radiance….
