Through The Mist Poem by Jay Lukaksi

When a water drop falls,
a single drop,
it makes a small 'drip' sound.
But when gallons of water gush downwards,
it makes a large crashing, thundering sound.
And it creates a mist.
When can we humans see through the mist?
When can we look through the differences
and accept that everyone is different,
that no flower is the same?
When can we look through the mist
and find peace
and love
Instead war, hatred, revenge
Darkness.
When will us humans see through the mist
and endure the long run
through the water.
And when they reach the other side of the fall,
will the human change his ways?