TEARS from HEAVEN

Pit , pat , pit , pat
on the roof
soft sound it create
falling on the ground,
the opening mouth await
and its core suck the water
trying to quench its thirst . . .

Pit , pat , pit , pat
in the greenfield
watering the l;eaves thru its root
Smiling in the sky while waiting
for the golden pin to be ripen
and soon the time for harvesting.

Pit , pat , pit, pat
in the coldest deepest part of the woods
silently creeping
in every creature it brings
dripping , dropping slowlly
to bathe each being
cleansing , quenching , everything
vanishing every trace of darkness
that once blaze by the sun ....

Pit , pat , pit , pat
softly it touches
the warmth body of mine
caressing , embracing
kissing my skin
a feeling of freshness
I recieved from up above
soothing, refreshing making me feel
special to bear
and carry me through life. . . .