RollWithEm
10-24-2005, 03:54 PM
Born in the sky,
Trapped by pure confinement of air,
A silent drop embraces the sun’s rays.
Released from its prison,
Enclosed in its freedom,
Whim to the wind,
The quiet warrior plummets into oblivion.
Before long terror becomes laughter.
Before long afraid becomes brave.
One cannot grasp the beauty of the fall when one’s focus is the driving force.
Gravity’s captives know only destiny,
Rebels enjoy the process.
Betrothed to the life-giving soil below,
It falls,
It falls,
It falls…
Were it immersed in its fateful companions,
The fertile land below would produce an amalgam of dusts,
For from frisky friends of lonely drops comes life.
Alas, to welcome fate at the distant ground means pain,
A destiny fulfilled is an identity lost.
Where can the individual grow in tandem?
Who looks at a tree and sees a drop?
What goal is reached only in conjunction?
Trapped by pure confinement of air,
A silent drop embraces the sun’s rays.
Released from its prison,
Enclosed in its freedom,
Whim to the wind,
The quiet warrior plummets into oblivion.
Before long terror becomes laughter.
Before long afraid becomes brave.
One cannot grasp the beauty of the fall when one’s focus is the driving force.
Gravity’s captives know only destiny,
Rebels enjoy the process.
Betrothed to the life-giving soil below,
It falls,
It falls,
It falls…
Were it immersed in its fateful companions,
The fertile land below would produce an amalgam of dusts,
For from frisky friends of lonely drops comes life.
Alas, to welcome fate at the distant ground means pain,
A destiny fulfilled is an identity lost.
Where can the individual grow in tandem?
Who looks at a tree and sees a drop?
What goal is reached only in conjunction?