The rain stopped
Some drops lingered
In the rich soil
Beneath the tree-
Resting after the
Long journey
On the tip
Of a pine needle,
One drop called out
Or perhaps, up
To its dear friend,
Sunshine
It’s your turn!
I’m waiting!
Send your rays
My way-So that
We may have
A moment of fun
Can’t you see?
We belong together
Simply shine your
Light on me
And watch the branch
Begin to glisten
The sun obliged
Sending its rays
To pierce the clouds
And touch the Raindrop
The two old friends
Danced and played
While the branch
Glistened and smiled
Soon, each went their way
But neither said goodbye
Knowing they would
Meet again another day
Piano Girl 
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Thanks! 😃
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Beautiful post.
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Thank you. ☺️
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Old friends are like alphabet ;
New friends are like new words . Without alphabet we can’t make words . And loved your blog 🤩🤩🤩
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Yes they are. 😊 Thank you!
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That’s absolutely mesmerising…Loved the last lines….Yes…they would meet again someday and that, in my opinion, is the beauty of nature; nothing perishes, they just move on from one form to another.
Loved it!
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Thank you! I appreciate your reflection. 😊
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