Imagine it is alive
To have no imagination, you will believe a drop is not alive,
have no suggestion to imagine that a drop will survive.
There is no intention to convince your dry mind,
that each drop has a life of which we can easily find.
Just open your thoughts to a drops’ extended view.
Just pretend that the drop is simply a reflection of you.
Expand your explanation into a sea, river, brook, or the sky.
Speak of the snow, being frozen, and falling when an eye cries.
Explain your emotions through a drops point of view.
Metaphor your way past the layers of what a drop is to do.
Drops are alive and travel the globe freely with its flow,
this is something all of us should already know.
Liquid reflection
As I slid down the churches top,
just being a lonely drop.
I noticed this shiny bell,
and towards it I fell.
Hit the bell with such a bang,
the echoing note, it rang.
Across the town it could be heard,
landed on a sitting bird.
Was wacked away by its wing,
cooing with the note I did bring.
Fly I did towards a car,
banged on the top, left no scar.
Rode the road for a little trip,
till the motion made me slip.
Off the roof to the ground,
making the quietest sound.
Trickled towards a grounds vent,
not knowing where it went.
Through the sewer travelling fast,
glad that day has passed.
The smell lingered for days on end,
into the ocean I did blend.
Waited only a few years to die,
evaporating into the sky.
Soaring across the lands below,
heading north to become snow.
As I reflect while on this trip,
hanging onto a clouds tip.
I wonder how a flake softly flies,
and why a drop needs to die.
Become a part of a wintery site,
just to cover the land in white.
The things I contemplate as I wait,
travelling in a liquified state.
A life to live
I live a free life if you call it,
I am just a drop of water.
Calling it a life does fit,
its meaning just being broader.
I die and am reborn to a new form,
evaporate, freeze, and thaw is my hell.
Into different lives I transform,
travelling the world as well.
Down the Nile to an ocean’s scene,
I have fallen from the sky many times.
Been to places no humans seen,
to the highest mountains I climbed.
Many centuries I have been around,
many countries I have travelled through.
Heard many different cultural sounds,
over the ages my oxidated ego grew.
I have been a trees tear, that fell,
slid down a window to its end.
Even dripped on a polished bell,
The note echoing I did send.
With each drop the melody sang,
across the forests rocky side.
Even dripped from a tiger’s fang,
my life has been an amazing ride.
Being a drop that drips and falls,
travelling the world the time I give.
Participating in many squalls,
As a drop, I have a life to live.