The First Dropp Of Rain Poem by Antonio Liao

the dream drops its rain and the blooming
flower takes its refreshing clean, in the plain
of Daffodils and Butterfly join the magical
voice of songs of praise

wish the danger will not come and the wet
land turn into the swimming pool of the
mocking frog that sang, till the sun will come
down, to the beautiful morning of the sky

the rain fall with full of laughter, where the
happy children wanted to ply in the pond and
join the Lilies swings its root to the muddy
spoiled dirt’s in the ground

the first drops may not fall to the fool and the
clean hands will go, to reach the impossible to
do; for the path of the heart is purified and the
soul cleanse the shadows of every hope,
welcoming the change of success

look up! the Bees and the Firefly, they come to
settle in every setting of the sun …..be Bless!