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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 round
about. 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 the unknown. Why? Why was this happening? Things
were comfortable. Things were safe. Why did they have to change?
Why? 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 the end. The day had only just begun and the end had come
so quickly. It seemed so 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 the vastness that was the pond. Now the
dew drop was no more, but it was not destroyed.
It had become one with the whole.