A poem of water falling off leaves. |
The lonely Dew Drop appearing on its leaf: hanging on for dear life in disbelief. That one day it must let go. Even if it means a great deal of pain and sorrow. Thinking and wondering are there others like me? And if so where, how and who could they be? Suddenly, something rolls down the leaf. It settled next to him quiet and soft. And the drop looked upon it with a distant cheek. Then he took a good look and to curiosity did give in. But to his surprise what did he find? 'Another Dew Drop' was the thought in his mind. 'I cannot believe that this can be! There is another Dew Drop in this tree, just like me!' Alas the tree started to sway and the drops became more afraid But how could the world show such cruelty and take away the one moment they were truly happy. The leaf in the wind became as a tilting lever: And the two drops became as one, together. But the two as one pull heavy on the leaf, and both realize that their moment as one will be brief. The drop start to fall away but they both want to love and to stay. No longer able to hold on, they fall; knowing this is the end and that is all. Then it is the end, it's over, they've stopped now. Just a thousand pieces soaked into the ground. A short life he liked her, just a short time did meet dying in each others arms at the hands of defeat. To face life's strife and pain, To always love never to love in vain. Line Count 58 |