I am a rain drop flopped down from the clouds
I could have landed in a river or the sea
Then merging with the rising and receding waves
I would have been washed down into oblivion

Or could have fallen from the heights
Into a desolate dreary desert
Amid the blistering granules of sand
To be absorbed into nothingness

Chances are there to have fallen on a rock
Lying scorched in the heat of the mid day sun
Then I would have vanished into thin air
Evaporating into non existence

I could have fallen into a muddy puddle
Or perhaps into a filthy drainage
To be contaminated with the sewage
Or be the breeding ground of worms and bugs

But fortunately for me
I happened to fall into fecund soil
Where there lay in wait a few seeds
Hankering for the cool touch of moisture

Arid souls desperately thirsting for water,
They ****** the molecules within me.
As their dry kernel got soaked and puffed,
Slowly they sprouted and grew into life.

Absorbing again the drops that came after me
They, into towering trees eventually grew
Some touching heaven’s azure heights
And giving shade and shelter to many

Now as I see them crested with flowers
And bearing clusters of luscious fruits
I feel I am there in each leaf and bud
And my essence flows through every vein!

As a teacher, what more is needed for me
To feel contented in life?

they're taking down the trees
you know
I hope the creatures
have a place to go

I hope the birds
can all escape
and find another
nesting place

I hope the possums,
squirrels,
raccoons
find a new space
very soon

I worry that the turtles
moving slow
will not have
time enough to go

they're taking down the trees
you see
the reason seems
so strange to me

they're building homes
of brick and lumber
large amounts of funds
encumbered

concrete so the cars
can park
and bright lights
to keep away the dark

each of these homes
will have a place
called living room -
living space

but living it won't really be
it will not grow or breathe

it will not gently move
and sway
in breezes
on a summer day

they're taking down the trees
you know
I hope the creatures
have a place to go

they fell the trees
without a trace
soon there'll be
no living space

it slices the sky
into candy-colored ribbons
enticing some
to
search for a *** of gold
others
just
to
stand and
gaze
in awe

my cat is a huntress
buoyant and free

the outdoors beckons
she follows

sometimes she roams
exploring the yard and the woods

other times she sits
in wait of something

anything that moves

a gray-brown field mouse
a lime-green grasshopper

it might be a moth
powdery winged and light
or it might only be a leaf
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caressed by the breeze

it doesn't matter
she's just as intense

her sleek and slender body
consumes the sun's glow
her dappled fur shimmers
tail moving ever so slightly

she crouches
then arches
goes in for the ****
but

it's only a shadow beneath
eager paws

undaunted
unflustered
she returns to her post

and
watching
you know
it's not the capture
that matters
it's the quest
that's important
and keeps her
unfettered