Drip,
drop.
Tiny little bubbles,
they fall all over,
filling the world with Mother Nature's tears.
Why would she be sad?
Why would she be distressed when the world is so beautiful?
So breathtaking?
So flourished in signs of hope?
I am not sure,
my thoughts will say,
while my heart leads me another way.
What can I do?
With everything?
What can I do with the sky?
What can I do with the people?
What can I do... with the raindrops?
drop.
Tiny little bubbles,
they fall all over,
filling the world with Mother Nature's tears.
Why would she be sad?
Why would she be distressed when the world is so beautiful?
So breathtaking?
So flourished in signs of hope?
I am not sure,
my thoughts will say,
while my heart leads me another way.
What can I do?
With everything?
What can I do with the sky?
What can I do with the people?
What can I do... with the raindrops?
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