Will It Stay? Or Will It Not?

Arms around each other's necks the bright drop of dew and the orange leaf with thirsty mouths, drink each other endlessly and blissfully! — Will it stay, this dew, in the bed of love? — Or will it fall onto the dark ground? — Thrilled, the bright drop of dew trembles clear at the play of the leaf's lips on its lips. — Will it stay, this brightness? — Will it mingle, body to body, with this green? Or will it fall, slip into the dark underground, find its way, again, to the root, to the vessel, to the eager mouth of the leaf, again, under the bark...