A single dewdrop gleams, Reflecting a day of promise, The sun whispers, And content flows, As the earth, moist and rich, Nurtures its every adornment. Oh sing, little plants, And stretch your joy; Dance in the breeze, For the colors caress Infinity in each sway, Every pulsation sings life, Repeating the cycle, Bringing forth tomorrow.
— Virginia Woolf, Dewdrop’s Dance
- Virginia Woolf