wander down with gentle rains
along the furrows dug along those
long straight rows out
back
I seep and trickle
flow among each drop
seek the lowest spot
and gather
low with my kin
follow gravity to its
beginning
to the neediest root
the dryest eye
make tears
a pied pipers eye
to cry at the drop of a
small seed
into the next cloud
to serenade
each fallen hero
making life renew
stop
and look
becoming
moist
I am
just dew
and heaven
mists
Nov 5, 2017
Nov 5, 2017 at 1:23 AM UTC
wander down with gentle rains
along the furrows dug along those
long straight rows out
back
I seep and trickle
flow among each drop
seek the lowest spot
and gather
low with my kin
follow gravity to its
beginning
to the neediest root
the dryest eye
make tears
a pied pipers eye
to cry at the drop of a
small seed
into the next cloud
to serenade
each fallen hero
making life renew
stop
and look
becoming
moist
I am
just dew
and heaven
mists
