The Journey Of A Drop
He leaves one flower
without knowing
where the next will be.
A small body
against an endless forest,
his wings carrying him
through layers of green,
through light and shadow,
through the whispers of the Amazon.
Every flight
is a leap of faith.
He follows no map.
Only instinct.
A flash of color
through the trees.
A distant bloom
calling him closer.
And so he flies.
From flower to flower,
from one moment
into another,
never knowing
what waits beyond the next leaf.
Perhaps another color.
Perhaps another scent.
Perhaps a place
he has never seen before.
He does not ask
where the journey will end.
He simply wonders—
where will the next flower
take me?
And with the beating
of his wings,
he takes flight again.
Written by: Arianne.