The drop of water

The drop of water.

I clung to you, like a drop of water to a cloud

I was afraid to fall from the sky

We were a fusion

The more I hung to you, the more the inevitable approached: the storm.

What shall be came
The storm appeared
From the sky I fell
Alone, facing myself I was.

The drop of water expulsed
Like the unloved one
Fell to crash on the ground
Attracted by a willow tree.

To the crying willow
I told my fears
In his arms he took me
His embrace like a breeze.

This big tree, an old friend
Told me that nothing was finished
That all starts again
That nothing ever finished.

So, I tasted the Earth
Feeding the worms
The drop of water became a flower
Until she too died.

It's evaporation was it's ascension
Without paying guards
She went back up into the sky
Warmed by the sun.

Never again fusion nor seperation
All that remained was an eternal cycle
The willow tree told me that He and Her
Always are One at the source of creation.

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