A sense of stagnancy entails
the drops to stay as they are;
unmoving, unchanged, whiling away their time
as insects breed and multiply.
They yearn for some chaos, a falling stone perhaps
to bring some change in their misery
but melancholy is all there is,
the stench of stability raking through the drudgery.
They envy the raindrops falling pitter patter,
jumping up and down and going with the flow,
they watch helpless as no storm or stone disturb them
and curse the unwanted peace in their tow.
The raindrops fall where the grass is green,
but these falling drops find the moss covered puddle greener
as life breeds in them, a settled peaceful life it seems
they yearn for the stability, contrary to the chaos within.
A wandering drop rolls down the slope to the puddle,
as the sun takes one from the puddle away,
vaporizing into the clouds waiting to be one of the falling ones, happy and gay.
The rolling drop joins the moss, happy to finally settle
and the cloudy drop skydives with others excited about his destination
the change is relieving and novel, but scary and unstable.
Now as the stories come to an end,
we wonder what happened to the raindrop in the puddle.
Does it curse the new-found monotony
or does it find peace and stability?
Does the drop from the cloud wish to fall in the same old puddle as it falls towards the ground?
Or does it seek for adventures beyond?
The oldest drop in the puddle says
Life is the way we look at it, we can seek happiness in what we already have
or always be ambitious and break the monotony
or taste the glory and yearn for more
or maybe just taste and choose if we want the entire thing.
Whatever you are, the reacher or the settler is for you to decide;
just remember that change is necessary,
get out when the stability starts to stink or the uncertainty doesn't excite you anymore.
Know what you want and get going towards it,
life is pointless without a goal, a purpose to drive you through.
the drops to stay as they are;
unmoving, unchanged, whiling away their time
as insects breed and multiply.
They yearn for some chaos, a falling stone perhaps
to bring some change in their misery
but melancholy is all there is,
the stench of stability raking through the drudgery.
They envy the raindrops falling pitter patter,
jumping up and down and going with the flow,
they watch helpless as no storm or stone disturb them
and curse the unwanted peace in their tow.
The raindrops fall where the grass is green,
but these falling drops find the moss covered puddle greener
as life breeds in them, a settled peaceful life it seems
they yearn for the stability, contrary to the chaos within.
A wandering drop rolls down the slope to the puddle,
as the sun takes one from the puddle away,
vaporizing into the clouds waiting to be one of the falling ones, happy and gay.
The rolling drop joins the moss, happy to finally settle
and the cloudy drop skydives with others excited about his destination
the change is relieving and novel, but scary and unstable.
Now as the stories come to an end,
we wonder what happened to the raindrop in the puddle.
Does it curse the new-found monotony
or does it find peace and stability?
Does the drop from the cloud wish to fall in the same old puddle as it falls towards the ground?
Or does it seek for adventures beyond?
The oldest drop in the puddle says
Life is the way we look at it, we can seek happiness in what we already have
or always be ambitious and break the monotony
or taste the glory and yearn for more
or maybe just taste and choose if we want the entire thing.
Whatever you are, the reacher or the settler is for you to decide;
just remember that change is necessary,
get out when the stability starts to stink or the uncertainty doesn't excite you anymore.
Know what you want and get going towards it,
life is pointless without a goal, a purpose to drive you through.
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