Drops of dew, were crystal clear in the morning fog,
pretty as the pearls shining behind the vendors glass.
The breeze was damp and the squirrels running all around.
Squeaks of squirrels and morning ragas of the birds.
The twig of the lush green slipped a drop of pearl on the greenish yellow plane
the plane came crashing down on the ground,spilling the beads all over.
But they all still withheld their mystic beauty,
to glow as a part of the same string.
