The Rain
Posted on April 15, 2007 By OneMysticalMonkey
Pitter patter,
Pitter patter,
Drop drop drop,
Each drop
To the others
is added,
Creating a pool,
a whole universe.
Life,
Precious life
Starts.
Life,
Precious life,
Develops.
More and more
The occupants,
Assured of speciality,
Of uniqueness,
Of self,
Grow dependent
On each other,
Grow dependent
On the pool.
What happens when the sun shines?
*original poem, One Mystical Monkey, 15 April 2007. All rights reserved.
Creative Corner • Metaphysics
