One by one the droplets fall
Every droplet holding on for dear life
While a pool of water lay idly stagnant at the top.
The droplets scramble to climb before they drop
They fall to the ground in a splatter
Was it their fate or did they falter
After all, they were part of the pool
They just decided to go forth and venture.
Thus is the harshness of life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem