It's Time And Space You Choose

A drop of rain chooses to fall in sea, Another opts to fall on lotus leaf, To shine forth under sun for a life brief, But some are lost amid millions many. One more drop opted for a blade of grass In early dawn to become pearly dew, And to capture early dawn's crimson hue, Some fell in dust to die engraved en masse. Like a cherished trophy looks, though modest, A scaly trunk that aloof, lonely stands Amidst barren desert's scorching dry lands, Huge banyans look lost in wooded forest. Not what you are— it's time and space you choose, I wonder as one left all life to muse. ______________________________________________________ Sonnets | 01.03.07 |