One drop of rain sleeps upon the needle of a spruce.
In its slumber, it slips off and falls to the ground
Dirt and filth fill its mouth
It drowns in the scent of burning acid
As it tries to escape
But boots block its path.
Where had the prosperous land gone?
What used to be the woods was now a
Forest of Factories
Smog fills the lungs of the little raindrop
It cries out.
It refuses to die without a purpose
It spots the tree it had fallen from
So parched and neglected
And in one heroic leap
The rain drop sacrificed its being
And quenched the tree's thirst.
All the while, the humans passed by
Unaware of the damage they had caused
And unknowing of the great character
That much of mankind lacked.
Yet one little rain drop
So seemingly small and unimportant
Portrayed that character in the space of one second.
Then they ask me why I'm disappointed
In the human race.
But if they must ask,
Then there's no point in explaining.
