Dewdrops

DEWDROPS

Last night a few dewdrops settled down.

Slowly, gently on the blossoming softness of the wild spring flowers.

As if the angel was telling her tale of freedom

 under the deep, blue blackness.

The dewdrops have the freedom to choose the petals

Just as the waves have the freedom to lash the rocks

Or the eagles have the freedom to glide in the sky.

or the koyal has the freedom to croon her songs of desire

Or the child has the freedom to laugh and be happy.

Last night a few dewdrops fell on the green blades of grass too

And there's freedom in the freshly scented air

Awakening the mango buds and blossoms.

Last night!

Last night a few dewdrops fell

On the soft cheeks of the white rose too...

Spring is here.