A poem dedicated to mother earth.

 The Tiny Drop


I gurgle and ripple in the brook
I swim down a stream
I create delusion with the sun-lit sky
Or mesmerize with my gleam

How do I let you know
That I love to travel alone
Though it may seem a miraculous fallacy
Trust thy me, I'm always on my own

I chatter I babble throughout my way
Turning all stones, reaching every nook
You'll find me in the old lady's eye
Or in a nonchalant groggy brook

I am the laughter of freedom
The tear of sorrow or glee
A tiny droplet or the brimming river
I can ecstatically contain thee... 

- Ashi

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