Perhaps your like the snow
On a soft winter’s day
Or the first leaf to turn
Crimson in autumn
The first blossom in spring
The last rain in summer
A fish drowning
In the salty sea
A lonely bird
Falling through the sky
The first drop of rain
To hit the earth
Or maybe the last to drip down
The first bubbly sip
Or the last dregs from the can
Salty and sweet
And everything in between