first poem of the day

A petal

joins the rain

again and again

it falls through a drain

joining the ocean

it Is consumed by it

readily running into crowds

to be drowned out

as there is only space for one in a crowd

where one is not seen

one with the wind

as it is washed away

it cannot complain

it can only cry

silently

only for it to rain again

a day for the unknowing

a day for the raindrop

as it washes over

and over

and over

again and again

an endless cycle

and yet it was the same cycle that produced said petal