Resting in a pond, with planktons and weeds, I wait for the sun to come for me.
I wish to rise above and meet the sky, to feel the breeze and chill of the clouds.
Then came a sunny day, when I bid my goodbyes to my mates and started on a journey, a journey towards the sky.
I drifted by, slow and steady, talking to the clouds and wind on the way.
Times there were, when I got tired and felt like giving up, but it was the longing of mine; to reach the sun, that kept me going.
Now I'm feeling cold, shivering all my way to the top.
My body is now turning hard, moulding me into a tiny drop.
Soon came my fellow mates, crowding all around me, searching for warmth and company.
Day by day, our circle grew big and strong, for here we were; countless drops.
We grew heavy with time, struggled hard holding ourselves together.
There were fights and arguments every day, hustle everywhere.
I missed my pond buddies, who cared for me and nurtured me.
I missed the weeds, who tickled me and made me laugh.
I missed the planktons, who swam in me and narrated their journey to me.
Soon came the day, when I got free from the pain.
We dispersed our circle, fell from the sky
And reached different places, places too far.
I fell into a lake, a lake full of algae and frogs.
Yet I was happy, for I was back on the ground.