A single drop of water

A single drop of water slides down a silken web,

It trembles and it tremors as an insect wrought with dread,

It does deceive the spider who so rushes for his meal,

Yet all he finds: a simple tear of for which there’s no appeal,

 

This single tear was brought from far by lightest southern wind,

Yet clings it still to memories of the home it did begin,

It did seem to be a heavens realm from the deepness of its blue,

Yet such sorrow spawned in heaven could never be found true,

 

Such much it’d seen this single tear before it was released,

It’d seen in reflection as its homes beauty was decreased,

Looked on as it expanded with canals wide and deep

Gouged from a lifetime without a harvest from which to reap

 

Viewed his merry brethren leave seeing birth of finest child,

Left where none of that fine folk for there leaving was not mild,

And then depart his somber siblings to follow on that infant,

Gainst there greatest hopes that this one might be different,

 

Left this tear was now alone to view these empty rooms,

Which now did seem grey and cold as ever empty tombs,

The world has lost its color for this tear had lost its friends,

Lacked did he the merriment and sorrow they did him lend,

 

And so was shed this single tear for his time had finally come,

He had been the single tear who waited till his homes sweet welcome,

To places far beyond and as this spirit did so leave the tear did also so,

To land as lonely droplet of which the spider did not know

 

By Richard Herring

(Age 16)