Silver droplets over sleeping trees
Sprinkled by an early morning dew
Winked at me with an alluring smile
I went outside to ponder for a while
The air, filtered by the rain,
Dispensed blended scent of earth and sky
I stood by the door in warm attire
My sense not giving way to my desire
Autumn chill a canvas had prepared
Where nature with soft brushes was at play
Burning bushes with a blazing glow
Of that fiery edge made wondrous show
Golden leaves of aspen and of birch
Dangled next to maples’ crimson red
Swirling together in angelic dance
Lulling the soul into a dreamy stance
Furtive light of glittering sun rays
Trying to penetrate wandering clouds
Faded in wet leaves without a trace
I beheld the splendor of the embrace
I watched a droplet dangling from a frond
They were united by enduring bond
I kept watching that ethereal scene
Dreaming of a world calm and serene
A gust of wind travelling from the north
Rocked a feeble branch from side to side
The drop of dew quivered as it swayed
Frightened on the shaking leaf it stayed
A small puddle beckoned from below
“Come and unite with the amorphous blend”
Beguiled it stretched, but recoiled into a ball
It wanted to resist the siren’s call
The wind subsided to a soothing breeze
Harmony was restored to land and sea
The puddle was a lifeless common will
The single drop of dew was dangling still