Confessions of a Teardrop on the Floor

A blossom fell
From high above
She tried to reach
The sun, her love

And on the ground
To which she fell
A blade of grass
Did to her tell:

"The sun is hot
It burns and sears
It's in the earth
You'll lose your fears"

A raindrop fell
Down from the sky
Into the ground
And there he lie

The pool in which
He soon became
From small to big
His loss was gain

And in the ground
The raindrops went
And to the seed
Their virtue lent

A teardrop fell
Along his cheek
So new to him
To feel so weak

And next to him
A sapling grew
So small and frail
Yet fresh and new

And when he rose
With mind now sound
A blossom fell
Unto the ground