Life is But a Raindrop
Rain drops fall down from the sky
Like blood does flow threw you and I
They nourish everything they touch
Sometimes with rain we get too much
Our blood it can be pure or tainted
As weathered from rain things need repainted
A creek is like a small blood vessel
Which leads into a vein
As a river does an ocean
Each time we get more rain
They both can be kept quit healthy
But quit often ruined
By the poor and the wealthy
So when you're indulging in something unfit
Or throwing your trash
On the beach where you sit
You must think of the future
And not of the past
For both can be ruined
Either slowly or fast.
done by christine
