On a red apple
A glistening drop of dew-
A sweet traveler

How long ago, only it knows, a drop of water fell as rain.
It quenched the thirst of a seed, from which grew tree. For a time it found an abode within the flowers, as the tree bloomed.
When the flowers fell, the drop of water joined others of its kind in forming clouds and evening mists, traveling here and there about the world.
One morning, it revisited the tree, coalesced into dew, glistening on a red apple.

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