When raindrops
plummet to earth
and gravity pulls them down
to the soft, lush grass
of meadows
they make no splash
no plop
But when they hit the concrete
of which man has created
they shatter into millions of shards
and scatter over the solid ground
And I often wonder
why they were chosen
to possess this cruel fate
when their purpose was to simply
feed the green and growing world around them
Even that
has been taken from them.
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Author:
Nicole Brant (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: April 27th, 2017 06:44
- Category: Nature
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Comments2
Good write and good thinking.
Great write
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