Choices

The raindrop rolls from leaf to leaf,
its lazy descent unhurried,
Does it know where its destination lies?
Is it at all worried?

The cold, hard, unforgiving earth,
is heavy with the fragrance of bloom,
And the raindrop slithers on tawny branches,
to meet its eager groom.

As earth and water, the two combine,
One vanishes into the other,
forever one entity, to never part again,
joined, still, movement no further.

Do I want to be the drop?
Merge with another to make it strong?
Or do I want to be like a leaf?
Temporary lovers, passing ships in a mournful storm?