where the sky can call to me.
Set me under the falling rains.
Let me flow down to the sea.
I will float up toward the heavens,
and I’ll glide across the sky.
I will tour the Wonders seven
as a tear drop, sans an eye.
Rain down, run down, rise and repeat,
cycling to the end of days,
feeding plants and beating the heat,
heeding the summons of sun rays.
Long vacation in a glacier.
This is just my human nature.