Small clear caps of pebbled beads that glisten in the light
race across the sidewalks edge, obstructed in mid-flight

Tiny drops of precious water collect upon a flower
Thirst is what the rose projects, intending to devour

Gentle rain from puffy clouds release a cooling mist
Mixed with rays of warm sunlight, a rainbow in the midst

Pools of liquid gather proud into a dancing creek
Sent below from high above upon a mountain peak

Roaring rapids gather steam, their destination clear
In the distance luscious waves proclaim the sea is near

Sure of what her calling is and where she's meant to be.
What was once a little drop, is now part of the sea