Playing my chimes
Rising with the sun
Flowing ahead of my times
Singing in the hollows
Sweeping the plains
Engaging the mighty seas
Consecrating the rains
Shaping the deserts
Freezing the hills
Paying ode on Aeolus
Rummaging the Yggdrasils
Thinner than the hair
Tinnier than the tule tree seed
Ambiguous as a word
yet purer than any breed
Warmer than the sun
Higher than the peaks
Solitary as the potter bee
Yet faster than the
Peregrines
Stronger than the beast
Mightier than a samurai's sword
Testing the weak
Paying my respects to the strong
Indestructible, undisputable
yet ready to bare my soul
bringing some sorrow, more laughter
tired of my unpredictable role
Tired of carrying the drops
drops as fresh as dew
to cry them away
on the lucky few
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