The dewdrop

I travelled miles, for many a year, Spent riches, in lands afar, I’ve gone to see the mountains, the oceans I’ve been to view. But I haven’t seen with these eyes What two steps from my home lies On a sheaf of paddy grain, a glistening drop of dew ~R.Tagore

Not a paddy leaf because there aren't any where I live but for the past few months I have come to realize the beauty of sun drenched leaves, the sparkling drops on grass after rain , the warmth of the stones under my feet in the evening , the squirrel that sunbathes on the branch just outside my window and the dust mites that dance in the early morning sunlight when I open the door...