The grass is always greener, or in this case, the water is always wetter on the other side |
tiny droplets of water try to find their way to sea a glimpse of it can be caught when evaporating, condensing, and precipitating the ocean entices, yet teases them as they begin new journeys away from it tiny droplets of water travel along streams and rivers trickle upon the tops of trees infiltrate and percolate through the soil roll down the tips of tongues tap upon tin roofs creating songs of a storm transport nutrients throughout the bodies of animals and men nurture seedlings to grow big and strong tickling their toes once they do but still want what they can’t have and targets one destination the entire way meanwhile two thirds of the total is tormented drifting about the ocean sinking to the bottom and turning over to the top floating to the sky to fall right back down repeating the cycle again and again wanting to be anywhere but there to experience more of what the world has to offer to escape the torturing boredom of stagnancy occasionally an exchange from one to the other is granted tides rush in waves to seep into the sands water extracted from earth falls onto the sea and happiness is bestowed upon them for a while… |