At random does dance destiny of chance

A raindrop falls whence came --back to the sea, Another, it so haps, on lotus leaf To shine forth under sun for a while brief, Yet, every drop gets seldom so lucky As to get silk beds-- blades of olive grass, Becoming an early dawn’s pearly dew To capture unfolding time’s crimson hue. On dust some get buried in graves en masse, Some get a cherished trophy if modest-- A scaly trunk aloof that opts to stand In a barren desert's dry scorching land, Some fall in rain forest with scores of rest. All this makes me to muse on destiny: Is it a chance random that opts to be? For sure, it is Nature’s celestial dance That unfolds at random as choice-less chance. _______________________ __ Sonnet |01.03.07, revised Dec 2024| fate/destiny, time, space Poet’s note: The sonnet-ending couplet does not end the sonnet, but poses a question and goes on to answer, and in the process stretches the sonnet to sixteen lines.