The Drop

It was vain and proud
As from Heaven it dropped
Unique and blessed
It swaggered and showed off

On leaves it danced
Trickled down and pranced
On railings it posed
In joy it trembled and sang

Sliding down
It fell on the ground
And ran around
Till playmates it found

To still stand out
To have a clout
So hard it strove
Only to be finally swept

With other similar drops
Into the river, into the sea
Buried in the ground
Carried away by the breeze

Merging, losing
And yet finding
Different from all
And yet similar, seemingly

A never ending cycle
Of heaven and earth
A journey for life
A journey forever.