As the sun rose， a dew drop became aware of its position. There it sat on a leaf； proud of its simple beauty， it was very happy and satisfied. Around it were other dew drops， some on the same leaf and some on other leaves round about. The dew drop was sure that it was the best， the most special dew drop of them all.
　　The wind rose and the plant began to shake， turning over the leaf. The dew drop was terrified. Why？ Why was this happening？ Things were comfortable. Things were safe. Why did they have to change？ Why？ Why？
　　The dew drop reached the edge of the leaf. It was very much afraid that it would be broken into a thousand pieces below， and that this was the end. The day had only just begun and the end had come so quickly. It seemed so unfair. It seemed so meaningless. It tried hard to do whatever it could to be sticky to the leaf， but it was no use.
　　Finally， it let go， giving in to the pull of gravity （地球引力）. Down， down it fell. Below there seemed to be a mirror. It seemed to be coming up to meet the dew drop. Closer and closer they came together until finally...
　　And then the fear changed into deep joy as the tiny dew drop joined together with the water in the pond. Now the dew drop was no more， but it was not destroyed.
　　It had become one with the whole.