I am a raindrop.
I'm looking for a place to plop.
I'm falling quickly and cannot stop.
I don't know where I'd like to be,
But I def'nitely don't want to land in the sea.
You see, if I were to land in the sea,
It would be so anti-climactic for me.
I would lose my personal identity;
Even I would no longer recognize me.
No, I must find some place solid instead.
Perhaps on a daisy in a flower bed,
Or a plant so parched it's almost dead,
Or the page of a book that's being read.
I must decide as fast as I can;
I'm falling quickly toward some folks on the sand.
So many are out there just getting a tan.
Hello there, little bald-headed man!
His head sure was tempting, but then a breeze blew,
And drove me off course; what am I to do?
Oh, I see it! I see it! My target's in view!
Get ready! Get ready! I'm landing on you!
Plop!
I must say I really liked this, bubbly and vibrant from the view of something so simple as a raindrop; a little bit childish, but I guess it adds to the positive atmosphere of the plop. :)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You should put it on YouTube der