Drops like Pearls

Drops dangling on the naked branches
like pearls on a string
heavy and glistening.

It rained softly and all was still,
except for the wind whistling in my ears,
while I walked determined in the cold weather
thinking about the trees in the forest
that would now have their thirst quenched.

Soon there would be
a green glow to their tops.
all the while I was walking,
the pearls slid to the tips of the branches
where they fell the forest floor
without a sound.