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About This Poem
Rainforest floor
From the sky it falls
As do many others
Where will it land?
Only calculated formulas can tell
As it is suspended
And hurled down
It is confined and alone
Not bound to another
Some will land in an ocean
Others lakes, ponds, creeks, puddles
Even into earth beneath the trees
Left to find another source similar
A journey short for some
And tedious and suffocating for others
To be hurled into acceptance
Or to travel until it is found
When we splatter from above
And bind with another
What will you wish fo
An ocean of options
Or a rainforest floor
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