A tiny drop of water
nestling in the raincloud
waiting to fall
with the music of the rains
sometimes
cradled on a green leaf
sometimes
on a blooming flower
before falling
onto the bosom of the
waiting earth;
joining other raindrops
forming rivulets..
streams gushing and tinkling
streams that flow through
rocky terrains,
beautiful valleys and deep forests
smoothening the pebbles;
the gurgling sound
music in the silent forest...
the tiny rain drop
journeys on and on...
the stream becomes a river
calm and serene
flowing silently
to reach it's goal
to be one with the sea
to kiss the grains of sand
on a golden beach
to wash up as waves
on earth's bosom.
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Author:
Jay (Pseudonym) (
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- Category: Nature
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Comments3
A vision of beauty in all of its simplicity. Such a treasure in your words.
Thank you Eugene ☺
Very lovely ! 🙂” to be one with the sea , to kiss the grains of sand “ I especially love these lines
Beautiful poem
Thank you dear Rose😍😍
Beautiful words Jayasree, that drop once it reaches the see will rise again and go through the process forever.
Andy
Thank you Andy. ☺
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