The Story Of The Dew Drop
As the sun rose, a dew drop became aware of its surroundings. There it sat on a leaf, catching the sunlight and throwing it back out. Proud of its simple beauty, it was very content. Around it were other dew drops, some on the same leaf and some on other leaves around it. The dew drop was sure that it was the best, the most special dew drop of them all. Ah, it was good to be a dew drop! The wind rose and the plant began to shake, tipping the leaf. Terror gripped the dew drop as gravity pulled it towards the edge of the leaf, towards unknown. Why? Why was this happening? Things were to change Why? The dew drop reached the edge of the leaf. It was terrified, certain that it would be smashed into a thousand pieces below, sure that this was end. He had only just begun and end had come so quickly. It seemed unfair. It seemed so meaningless. It tried desperately to do whatever it could to cling to the leaf, but it was no use. Finally, it let go, surrendering to the pull of gravity. Down, down it fell. Below there seemed to be a mirror. A reflection of itself seemed to be coming up to meet the dew drop. Closer and closer they came together until finally And then the fear transformed into deep joy as the tiny dew drop merged with vastness that was the pond. Now, the dew drop was no more but it was destroyed It had become one with the whole.
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