Like a stream of tears
       they fall
drops of glass
             break upon impact
the sky turns gray
                   they fall
        they dance
                         they break
           their fall has ended
behind they leave
     crystals upon
   the grass
         the trees
                     the sun rises
       they last no more
they rise to the clouds
    they gather once more
until
down
        they
               pour
                       once
                               more
                  the
    process
begins
         with
               no
                end
        for
all
      of
       time
             their fragile cycle repeats  
for
           they
                 have
                        no
                              end
                                     to
                                        meet