The Droplet

It started so small—a drop in a stream,
Carried by currents, chasing a dream.
It didn’t know how, it didn’t know why,
Just felt there was more beneath the sky.

Storms came and passed—it held its ground,
With silent strength, no need for sound.
It longed for the sea—so vast, so wide,
Believing its purpose was there to reside.

But the farther it went, the more it lost,
Its roots, its rhythm—was it worth the cost?
And when it reached the ocean deep,
It found no joy, no soul to keep.

The salty sea was cold, a silent wall,
Not home, not hope—just endless sprawl.
It missed the river, the gentle shore,
The self it was, not what it swore.

In trying to grow, it had let go
Of all the truths it used to know.
But maybe the meaning isn't in size—
It’s in being real, not chasing the prize.

So hear this truth, both quiet and strong:
You don't need to change to prove you belong.
You don’t need to fade in the ocean’s sweep—
Be the drop. Be bold. Be deep!