Drops of dew on the leaves
Blue bubbles in the air
Do not touch either
As that would end their existence
Let them be as they are
Let them float unabashed
Unscathed
Unobstructed
Let the dews sparkle beautifully on the sunny mornings
Let the bubbles render an aura of bliss to the air
Look at them from a distance
Do not touch either
See that child playfully prick a bubble
Or touch a dew
And there it vanishes
There it drops off
The child looks on... sad...
It was there... but now it's no more...
And oh, look there's another one...
Wonderful, thinks the kid!
Goes after yet again
And history repeats itself
And one day, the child realises....
"Drops of dew on the leaves
Blue bubbles in the air
Do not touch either
As that would end their existence
Let them be as they are
Let them float unabashed
Unscathed
Unobstructed
Let the dews sparkle beautifully on the sunny mornings
Let the bubbles render an aura of bliss to the air
Look at them from a distance
Do not touch either"