Dew drops On a chilly winter morning, Pearls of night kissing the petals, Swinging on leaves in gentle breeze, As like beads of her jewellery. Dazzles in golden rays of Sun, Beatitude to souls on earth. Came from it, will become it, Evanescent as short lived is it. Story of dew drops a long one, As mist, fog, rain or cloud in sky, Or as snow, river or sea on land, Soul of it same as always. All transient as it is, Eternal inherent blooms and withers. #dew #mist #soul
