Drop - A Journey

The perfect circle,
The falling drop
Radiates peace, tranquility.
As it falls, the drop stays intact
It takes shape,
And then,
It’s been distorted,
As the drop hits the mass below.
Rain falling, tears falling
Into a pool,
Leaving circles and impressions.
The water is receiving itself.
The drop will become part,
Of the whole again.
The reflections become warbled
As the drop casts ripples across
The surface.
It could be a tear, a raindrop.
Who knows?
All we see is part of its journey.