Water Cycle
Droplets enumerated to unbounded limits
Infinity
With a skyward reach
Some effervesce into a fine mist
Others are true to their character
The mist flies!
Up, up, away!
Almost there!
THE POND EDGE NEAR!
Condensation.
Falling
These land the hardest
Yet also the lightest
They join their brethren
Ripples and waves
Returning to the lake surface
Dying hard and ashamed
Dust to dust
Water to water
I am the fountain
I AM THEIR GOD!
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