What if I were
a single drop of water?
Falling on the mountain
through the sweet cool air I would plunge.
To then meet with the earth,
dancing first through the leaves of a tree.
There I would lie, joined by others
seeping slowly and carefully through soil and then rock.
From here I could feel the pulse of the planet,
a giant heart beating surely against mine so small.
One day I would return to the surface
where the sun burns me blissfully.
I evaporate and rise like a magic carpet
seemingly piloted by no-one.
I am cleansed, reborn, pure again,
and ready to plunge.
A single drop of water
falling silently to the earth.
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