Every Drop

Every drop the world counts,

Precious are they like pearls.

Every colour they hold within

But just a glow it shows.

So thankful am I to hold 

Those drops that quench my soul,

That not a drop I would let get away,

From my palms so ready to hold.

I know not whether they are tear drops,

Nor do I know their source,

I just wish it to linger

On my cupped palms,

For it is the feel that matters for me the most.

At time just a few drops,

At times a gushing force,

Did I feel the difference though?

No, For I guess they are all drops those form a force.