Dancing Raindrops
Lonely Raindrop, only one chance to stir the waters
that collect and pool on the ground.
Diving in, he rebounds and dissipates,
conforming to all other drops that fell down.
If you've seen one raindrop, you've seen them all…
not a unique bunch of fellows, they.
A weary life reflected by the back drop
of black clouds and skies of gray.
When the air turns cold and life gets tough,
their white scars begin to show through…
That's when they can set themselves apart,
each one a unique,frozen flake of dew.
An insignificant mass, this collection of mist
especially when dancing alone…
…but when Raindrop dances with all his friends,
together they move mountains of stone.
Copyright © Crystol Woods | Year Posted 2024
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