A Tiny Drop Of Water Poem by Don Winslow

Why am I here?
Is there some purpose to this life I lead?
It may not change anything, but it would be nice to know.

How long will I be here?
Is there a life after this Here-and-Now that I’m living?
It may not change anything, but it would be nice to know.

Will I change my form, my body?
Will I stay separate, or join some indefinable?
It may not change anything, but it would be nice to know.

Thus spake the round, tiny, questioning drop,
As she flew through the air,
Torn from the waterfall when
The yielding mountain stream
Crashed against the massive steps of stone.