Morning Dew...

Does anyone ever stop in his track, sit by the path side and observe the morning dew? Does anyone know how the blades of tiny grasses move in a breeze?

Ain't our lives as fragile as a drop of morning dew?

Transience.
Precarious on a blade of grass, the morning dew lives only until the morning warmth takes it away. It leaves without a trace. Nothing is felt. Have we made our lives felt? Or are we just going to exit the world like the morning dew?

Pure.
The morning dew shines like a diamond. The crystallization of the coolness of the night.

Love.
I was wrong. The morning dew did not live in vain.

How many creatures benefited from the nourishment of the morning dew? How it provide much needed water to the little lives on the field? That much it did for the world around it without taking any credits.

I learnt much from the morning dew today.

In a way, the morning dew has accomplished more in its few hours of existence than many of us ever had in a life time.

I must learn more from the morning dew (: