One early morn, there was a Dew. Not even a droplet kind of a dew, dishearten sitting on the green leaf by the stream.
The Great Sun entered the horizon, he saw the Dew on the green leaf by the stream.
“Aren’t we gloomy this early morning?” The Great Sun asked the Dew.
The Dew looked up to the Great Sun and sighed.
“What’s the matter Dew?” The Great Sun asked the Dew again.
“My friend,” said the Great Sun. “That doesn’t seem like nothing.”
“If you must know,” The Dew said as he raised his eyes to the Great Sun. “I am sad for I am of no use to anyone.”
“Oh, don’t say that my friend.” The Great Sun replied. “You are important.”
“Oh, really? Even for someone as tiny as me?” The Dew asked.
“Yes.” The Great Sun began to say. “By sitting on that leaf, you grace that plant with your presence.”
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