A Drop
As transparent as polished glass.
Slowly trickling down, down, down.
A drop that could save a life,
A drop that could start a war,
A drop that many take for granted.
In a very large drop some live,
They make their homes there.
A home in which they think will last forever.
The beauty of these drops,
Their, clear, glimmering wetness.
So grand, so powerful.
And we never even stop to notice.
