~~~

a drop of rain upon a leaf
our lives flow slowly down
so amaphorous and brief
we make our way to ground
as we hang on to the end
of the blade we've found
we cannot on this place depend
so slip off without a sound

~~~

the blade of grass we clung to
hears the soft refrain
of the drip, it's music
it's leaf could not sustain
but it can't feel sorry
for the soil needs the rain.


soulsurvivor aka
write of passage aka
invisible inc
(c) january 23, 2015