If a drop can be born from a tear
And swim down despite the fear
Over the leaf, under the ground
Speaking in the silence of sound
And when the end comes near
Struggling to go despite the fear
Clawing at the edge of reality
Breaking away, finally free
The tiny droplet crashes upon cold tranquility
Unleashing the chaos meant to be set free
Waves rumbling and tumbling one by one
The initial splash of sound comes undone
Released into echoes aimed for the farthest reaches
Whispering, it is time to unlearn the apathy silence teaches
Rustling the forgotten bats cloaked in shadow
Stirring the legions of insects left in undertow
A drop, born from a tear, falls and bursts
Revealing the water’s thirst
As it cries out into the darkness
Awakening the starry eyed and the starless
Truth revealed, by a drop, born of a tear.
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