Drops of water trickle down a stream,
The reflection of my face appears,
far below the yonder sky.
Thinking there is no better time,
where no disturbance fills the air.
As the water makes its way,
it travels to the nearest lake.
Birds singing wonderous songs,
high above the place I stand.
Wondering where the flowing starts.
There only is so much water,
lucky as ever to be right here.
