The horizon stays the same
even when the sun is not shining.
The sun stays intact,
even when we cannot see or feel it.
A drop of rain creates
a growing life.
Just one drop
and the plant is growing.
Residing in the grass,
where it receives it's nourishment.
But is it ready?
Is it ready to come up
after that sun and grass are intact
that rain falls down and collides with it,
ready to sprout the plant.
But is it ready?
The grass may be ready,
but did the rain fall in the precise spot?
The right day and time,
that the seed was closest?
Such a beautiful feeling
that the grass does not wish to let go.
The rain will crash down
and they will connect yet again.
Even though they are close
water to grass.
That one connection
gives happiness and shows without telling.
Author notes
Random wanting to write a poem.It was pretty blunt, but then I thought that I shouldn't write in a blunt way.
