LIFE CYCLE
Under the shroud of black clouds
In the dead of night, mourning skies
Shed their tears, on lawns of velvety green
In the form of shining dew drops, pure and clean
Golden morning sun shines, in splendour
Making them small diamonds, every one to wonder
Those that hang from boughs, twigs and trees
File past the beholder in Twos and Threes
To drop into sands, and disappear
Into the depths unknown, not so near
Watching them makes one wonder
These drops akin to life from nowhere they appear
Just to march past a line, forever to disappear.
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