Journeys

Journeys

Rain Drops Fall.
As one.  One.Million.
Tiny Little Soldiers
Racing. Towards Earth.
Born.  From pressure and weight.
Falling with love.  And hate.
Love.  For the deep dark soil.
Hate.  For the bright dry sky.
Sinking.  Sinking deeper.
Wet.  Moist.  Dead.  Everywhere.
Life.  Only the rarest of occasions.
Life.  The rarest sensation.
Death.  Surrounds all the living.
Soil.  Rock.  Ash.  Water.
The journey is all that we get.
Whether we are absorbed.  The roots of society cherish us.
They return our names for use past our time.
Swallowed.  By seas and soil.  To sit in.  Slumber.
Darkness surrounds.  Death surrounds.  Nothing.  Everything.  Surrounds.