Little Tears!

When the cover of cloud

Over mine eyes, turns

Dark, dreary and dull,

For a moment or so it seems to lull.

But then, it

Storms and rages,

And begins to pull apart

And punch, the mind’s

Nifty neat recesses.

A pool of water an’ salt,

Then collects in each eye,

They flow as li’l oval tears

That to the ground plop.

And lo ! have they become

Little opal creatures.

In eagerness for life,

They flit about softly,

Drunk are they from

The spring of Life,

They bubble and chuckle.

But as I paused

To look at them,

With magnifying eyes,

In utter fascination,

They too vanished

All in a jiffy,

Like the unhappy tears

In my eyes.