Flying Drops ( poetic ' freshly wept' version)

Wild water, drops that fly

Freshly wept by the sky

Joined as one, they now race

Washing the Earths , once dirty face

 

Leaping above, falling down

Covering stones, that surrender and drown

Shining silently in the midday sun

Twisting and turning, they do run

Freshly wept by hidden eyes

Teardrops, sent from the crying skies

Done