LITTLE DROP by
Tim Buckley
Little Drop of water, was sad and mad one day.
He made the clouds turn dark,
His mood made them turn gray.
Whined little water with hot wind, “Mother, what will I be?
I want to shine like Uncle Dew, who’s happy, glad, and free.
I want to stretch like Cousin Drip, who hangs in kitchen sinks;
Or flash a Brother Ice Cube smile, when boating in cold drinks.
I want to hiss like Sister Steam, who straightens wrinkled ties.
I’ll pool, stagnate and vaporize, from sitting in this sky!
I want to be a part of things, feeling full flow motion.
Fall to a lake, a stream, a…wait! How about the ocean!
Just think about it, Mother dear, to be part of the sea.
Saddened no longer I would act with many drops like me!”
So mom and son rained from the sky, and had a stormy fall.
They splashed into the ocean huge, becoming part of all.
But Little Drop complained again, “I’m unlike no-one else.
I must go back into a cloud, where I can be myself!”
“It’s too late!" Mother scolded him, "There’s nothing I can do.”
So Little Drop was sad,
Which turned the ocean blue.
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