Waterdrop
By Lord R.e. Taylor
Let the river flow
Gathering speed as it goes
It does not know what is coming
Every drop has a chance to create
With an equal fatal chance
The roar keeps the drops from thinking
What is going to happen
Will the drops go over the falls
And crash behind the rocks below
Or will they be lifted into the mist
Flying high above the chaos below
Creating a beautiful rainbow
A wonderful memory for anyone watching
Before they make their trip up the river
Just so they can do it again and again
Danger, fear, and the ultimate beauty
Such is the life of a waterdrop
© Poem – XVIII/X/MMXXV
LRET
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