Two Raindrops

Raindrops by misty clouds are carried, A drop therein is mighty worried: I might fall oh amidst raging fire, And die soon as alas I am born; I might well fall over desert dire, To be consumed by sands much like corn; Or might fall on rocky hard terrains, Oh, to be tiny li'le smithereens. But look at the other of a twain, What a firm chin and all so sanguine! There's a chance, in sea-shell I might fall, And one day turn out purest of pearl! ____________________________________________ Musings | 10.11.15 |