I am a drop of water
on a pine needle
How I got here is fading.
I remember a long descent,
a violent landing
on a pine needle
How I got here is fading.
I remember a long descent,
a violent landing
the comfort
the security
of the pine needle
breaking my fall.
As time passes
more rain falls,
I grow
the pine needle shrinks
the security
of the pine needle
breaking my fall.
As time passes
more rain falls,
I grow
the pine needle shrinks
Until it can no longer
hold my weight
And I fall again.
water-cycle-ride
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the ocean's expanse
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