... Just A Dropp Of Water Poem by Mylah Ferrer

A life is like a droplet of water that falls in rain, gathers in a puddle at the sidewalk and trampled by hurried feet of everyday. Crawling slowly it makes its way to hidden crevices in the ground or silently flows into small streams at the side of the road. The earth drink its fill, scorchingly thirsty by man's lust and greed.

Millions of water drops gather in pools underneath the surface of our sight. It finds its way into the earth, seeking forgotten seeds in their slumber, awakening them to shed their cloaks and reach to the skies. It excites them to flower and grow fruit, the essentials to feeding a circle of life depending on another for sustenance.

A dropp of water can stain a crystal flute, dulling it's immaculate shine in some hidden light. A dropp of water can loosen the minutest dirt and ease the stinging pain in our eyes. A dropp of water can render a chemical formula useless despite years of research and tests.

Life is like a droplet of water. Insignificant. Anonymous. Unassuming. But plays a big part in the grand plan of the universe.