A luminous sight

 
 
He knows he will fall  
At any moment when it’s called.  
Shining through the view,  
Holds audacity, a dazzling dew.  
Gliding from the leaf,  
It merges with other drops at the tip,  
Growing little by little,  
Reaching fullness, a gentle ripple.  
The journey of a dew,  
Understood by very few.  
Passing through the radiant threshold,  
Its whole life envelopes 
that moment nestled.  
It gleams with His light and grace,  
Gathering echoes 
Of a lifetime’s embrace.
Maybe waiting to fall, 
knowing its nature true,  
Unveiling a bliss’ hue.  
It gives the world its share of light,  
When a tiny drop of water becomes 
A luminous sight.
 
By Avani Sapre