Droplet like clear pearls,
On objects dead or alive,
A celebration of life,
Of the present winds and past twirls.
A bead on parched sand,
Vanishes into neverland,
A blob on the forest floor,
Springs out trees many more.
A globule of purity,
A mouthful of integrity,
Seeps back in the ebbing fire,
Creeps out the dark mire.
A driblet to fight,
A drop to forgive,
A glob to keep humanity in sight,
A dewdrop to survive.
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