#195-Perception
11/02/2018
A tiny droplet of water meets a teardrop near the tip of a green leaf.
I’m a water drop, what are you?
A teardrop.
I come from moisture in the air.
I come from a person’s eye.
How?
When they’re sad, or happy, I’m created.
That’s confusing.
Maybe that’s why you’re crystal clear and I’m blurry.
It doesn’t matter. I like you anyway.
You’re kind.
And we both sparkle, see?
