i am the dew drop, poised at the very tip of a leaf in the light of the sunrise. my life is short, there is beauty all around me, right up against me. all i care about is getting to the end, what happens then? i've got to know. every second i should be clamoring to scurry away from the end; instead i glide towards it, arrogantly defying the beauty all around me. before i know it, there i am. dancing, gliding, zooming through every precious moment until i find myself overlooking my inevitable demise. the sun rises and i can't hold on any longer. it's a long way down, so i've got some time. i've got a few more precious moments left.