Fragile

I held some dew drops

On a green leaf
Delicately in my palm

Awestruck

Breathtaking

Beautiful

Fragile

Balancing I walked

Tried to keep them

from falling  

Spilling

Dropping

Till,

They evaporated.

I have memories

Of seeing the world in them.

Humbled by the  

Fragile and Ephemeral nature

of what we hold

....

and of the one who holds it.

Rhea