A Change of Heart
A drop of water fell on me
not one, but two, then three...
Ready to curse the skies and Thee
in barehead selfishness, admittedly
When a blade of grass came up to me
with his heartfelt, poignant plea
'Without water, Sir, you see
I simply no longer will be'
My eyelids wet, but not from rain
I put him down on my lawn again
Lifted my hands, my palms spread wide
'Let the heavens gush forth,' my joyful cry
Copyright © Gershon Wolf | Year Posted 2022
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