Sometimes

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...