When it rains Little branches get wet And droplets form on them Not falling Just waiting to drop Some want it Want to fall to this puddle from which there is no return And some love it up there
They will drop though That's for sure
Will they be shaken accidentally by a girl taking a walk? Will the water build up so much And they aren't strong enough? Will they evaporate?
They will all fall Eventually
Is that comforting? Sad? Is it crazy?
I was the ******* the walk today, it was freezing and raining but it was great. As I type this my hands barely work :)
(This note was written by the branch that is a side character in this poem. He was hoping this was his time and wondering who will write for him a poem where he is the star)