A teardrop
Like a shimmering stream
Rolls down the moving hill
Leaving a river trail
On the flesh colored soil

Slowly it leaves its white rimmed pond
As it travels on
It's sorrowful journey
Across the hills
To the ruby petals
Which open to free a wind
Of lugubriousness
As they call for more drops

The glistening stream
Crosses the petals
Leaving a salty trail behind
As it falls to the rounded edge
Where it falls with a splash
To the floor below
Waiting patiently
For its followers to fall
From the land above
On their teardrop journeys