Sliding from the smiled tender cheeks,
merging with the tears of the eyes,
slipping through the curls of the hair,
splashing from a small pond in a bowled hand,
to what is shall be a part of,
where it shall fall, it knows not.
Joy to some, sorrow to others
peace to some, pain to others
bliss to some, burden to others,
To what it shall bring, it knows not.
To lakes or sewage, to the rivers, to the sea, or back to the clouds where it started the journey,
To where it shall go, it knows not.
And yet it falls, falls in peace, For it knows, it shall cast unforgettable memories.
