Morning Dew


[Begin scene]

Droplets of water cling to blades of grass, daring to let go…

The yard shimmers like a thousand sunrises as the droplets pick up the early morning rays…

The cool damp ground muffles the sounds as a squirrel scurries through the grass, searching for yet another acorn to set away for the coming barren season…

The rising sun seals the fate of the scattered droplets as its warmth drives them back to the air from whence they came…

Tomorrow they will return, peaceful and beautiful as ever.

[End scene]



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