life as a small drop!

A poem by my little niece … beauty of little words in a clear mind…!

Clouds cry when I form
And I come down as rain
I’ve no timings; day and night
I come at dusk and dawn.

I stick to the trees or sit on rocks
whatever I do I’m free
I sit on the buildings of big towns
So that the whole town I can see.

Now I slide down from where I sat
and run along the path.
I cross the mountains and forests
With a butterfly or moth.

I reached a place; where I saw
things of my kind.
I joined them with great joy
and we were altogether bind.

I overcame my loneliness by joining this group
Some called us lake and some pond
but whatever they call us;
we all are a water troop.

We flowed up and down
from a mountain;
And at last we reached our goal,
The great Ocean!

The Ocean dearly greeted us
with it’s open waves.
Joining it, I had a happy time;
And I shone by Sun’s rays.

The big ocean became bigger
washing away stones and prop.
But still I know I started
my life as a small drop.

~ Shachi