From Just a Tiny Teardrop

It started life as a teardrop Slowly running down your face Gathering momentum Picking up a pace. This turns into a trickle Over the soil as it flows Giving life giving water To the roots as it goes A trickle becomes a stream Cant believe how big  the teardrop has grown Children and dogs love the glistening water Storing memories of happy days known Now it is a mighty river  Crossing borders in its path Not a thought of king or country No one questions its turbulent wrath Now I am an Ocean blue Used for so many things Travel, play, worship In the sunshine my heart sings The moral of my poem is: Nothing is too small Whether its a prayer Thought or deed. It gathers and increases In lifes throes.