A DROP OF BEAUTY

                                                    

                                                     A DROP OF BEAUTY

      

                                     The drop, that rolls down the terrain under a spell.

A silent overture when the heart becomes heavy.

Heavier with joy or grief, the choice is yours.

It was of joy when they first saw you, as a newborn.

It was of joy when you put your first step forward.

It was the same, watching you grow.

‘It was’ then becomes the reason for sorrow.

Time calls for change, seasons show us the same.

That reflection should be seen on the drop;

when it rolls down again.

It may be saltier like never before;

blurring the sight ahead.

It serves a higher purpose, just like salt.

Bringing out the flavor of life, which we become grateful for;

later in our lives.