Whirling drops of water
like a carousel of beads
like a fountain of silver rain
like a ballerina on her feet.
Each blade of yellow grass
hot and dry and done
wet with the sprinkling trickle
tickles in the morning sun.
Like a fan — shimmering droplets
in grace they spin so wide
a peacock's tail in crystal
quivering side to side.
Petals dive as water falls
flowers bow and glow
dry then drenched in merriment
moving to and fro.
I love to feel those drops of water
cool — a splash on cheeks
hip hop over flowing arms
through streams I love to peek.
In a row they leap and dance
rise or twirl in tinkling notes
a symphony where I entranced —-
watch with happiness and hope.
Jan 20
Jan 20, 2026 at 11:08 AM UTC
Whirling drops of water
like a carousel of beads
like a fountain of silver rain
like a ballerina on her feet.
Each blade of yellow grass
hot and dry and done
wet with the sprinkling trickle
tickles in the morning sun.
Like a fan — shimmering droplets
in grace they spin so wide
a peacock's tail in crystal
quivering side to side.
Petals dive as water falls
flowers bow and glow
dry then drenched in merriment
moving to and fro.
I love to feel those drops of water
cool — a splash on cheeks
hip hop over flowing arms
through streams I love to peek.
In a row they leap and dance
rise or twirl in tinkling notes
a symphony where I entranced —-
watch with happiness and hope.
