A Single Drop Poem by White Deer

I am
The current that flows,
With the water of the river.
I am
The wind that blows,
Upon a trembled shiver.
I am
The rain that pours,
And renews the earth.
I am
The eagle that soars,
With endless mirth.
I am
The first tender touch,
Of two young lovers.
I am
A babies small clutch,
Upon it's mother's.
I am
The sense of love,
That will always linger.
I am
The rise above,
In deaths renewing wringer.
I am
The final stop,
Of the circle's motion.
I am
A single drop,
In an endless ocean.