I saw a tiny dewdrop
Shining in the sun.
I hoped there would be many,
But there was only one.
It sparkled in the sunlight,
But soon it would be gone,
For soon the night was coming.
A dewdrop with its song.
The sun was warm and drying;
The dewdrop damp and still.
When sun rays took the moisture
The dewdrop vanished, nil.
Yet in my mind it sparkled.
It sings throughout my day.
Such little things bring pleasure,
But soon they fly away.
(January 1999)