Hidden Wonders

We are but one small drop of rain,

Falling softly from the heavens’ plain.

Alone we seem so slight, so small,

Yet hidden wonders fill us all.

A hundred minerals live inside,

With endless paths for us to ride.

To feed the roots, to grow a tree,

Or drift away far into sea.

To fade beneath the scorching sun,

Or rise renewed when the day is done.

The choice is ours in what we sow,

And what becomes of us below.

We may seem small, yet still possess,

The power to shape and to impress.

From birth we hold a spark unknown,

A strength and purpose of our own.

So do not let life’s storms condemn,

Or leave your spirit worn and bent.

Stand with freedom, grace, and pride,

Let your truth become your guide.