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.
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