One little drop
Falls from the sky
Dropping for a new home
Looking for a place where
The people will chant
His name
Now, nothing can stop
That little drop
Searching leaf to leaf
All not welcoming
That little drop
All that hope
Built inside
Broken down
By one fake dream
But still
Nothing can stop
That little drop
He is alone on one leaf
With no one
Chanting his name
But he doesn't see one
Just one
Tiny drop
Chanting his name
He brightens up
Because he knows...
Being loved by someone small
Who has a big heart
Is better than
Being loved by millions
Who have no heart
(Spring 2008, Age 11, Door County, Wisconsin)
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