A water drop resting on a leaf. A chill breeze touching the surface, putting it in motion. Mirroring a beauty of life, vital and strong.
Walking through the garden, the morning dew still intact. The colours are reflected on the surface by the light of the early morning sun. I am blinking, once, then twice. Resting in the grass, looking up from a different perspective.
I see the hundreds of little water droplets holding on for life. Attached to each other by natural force. Round and perfect.
If we all hang on to each other, out of natural force, round and perfect, glittering in the sunshine, mirroring life as its very true core, will everything find its place?
