The Drop - On Fire

Throughout the jungle, they collected the twigs;

Among them, some were dry and some covered by the drops.

They set them on fire alongside the river;

One of the drops on twigs started to quiver.

It rolled down through stick on the ground;

Making the dead grass alive and healing it’s wound.

Yes, it’s the same drop that was lost in the jungle;

Hiding itself this time was under the golden bangle.

That bangle I had lost somewhere in the same jungle;

Remember, the flames from twigs produced heat;

And the drop under the bangle started to vanish.

Up above the sky it went, they think that in vain;

Down came as rain to bless the dead grass again.