I want to listen to the music of the dew
Listen like no one else has;
To the drops playing, singing, laughing, living.
I want to know what they might convey
In their short lives
Journeying from one leaf blade to another
Mixing, scattering, joining and separating
From their mates.
Loving the world as it is – ephemeral
From what’s moving away.
Unlike us, unable to sever from what
Is never meant to stay.
That is the lesson of the dewdrop; not to clutch,
Not to clasp, but to cleave.