waterfall droplets ୧ ‧₊˚ 🎐 ⋅

                              drip goes the little droplet, like the tink of a champagne glass

                                                    as it envies the waterfalls hue

                                                        colors of the forest due 

                                                  to decorating its watering mass

              as the waterfall, busy as a bee, seems as if its has all the colors of nature in its pocket,

                                   the doomed droplet, barely had enough to fill a locket.

                   as the measly droplet watches the towering waterfall, gushing water, standing tall,

                                   the little droplet, drooped with rage, ready for a brawl.

                              the waterfall hits the limelit lake with its flowing crystal arms,

       as the droplet hangs till the end of time, onto a wilting rose as gloomy as itself, feeling warm,

                                    and watches, as the waterfall unleashes its charm.

       and as the living dead rose fades purple and tilts, pushing the little droplet into prickly nettle,

                         it watches the waterfall grin gleefully, envious as sin that it can settle.