Sometimes....
I wonder if
we are but a drop
In a free
fall
Glistening,
spherical and round
Creating a
rainbowy hue
Along with
our fellow mates
Sharing a
similar fate....
Does the
drop know
Its fate
Or the
colour it glistens in
As
everybody awes and oohs
Does
anybody care about the drop’s fate?
It is but
a single drop of a multitude
Falling
down
It is but
creating the rainbowy hue
Who cares
when the sight is so great?
That the
drop fell
Splattered,
in a wetty mess
As the
fall pushes many to their fates
Moves on
Creating
beauty without and within
Does it
really matter
The fate
the drop met?
It is, after
all, but a drop
In a
multitude that met their fates
Then, Should
the drop pity itself
Or be
pleased
As it,
even briefly so,
Was but a
beautiful part of this Creative mess...
