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Art / Illustration:
A POEM:
"The Raindrop"
I picture her life as a falling raindrop
Freedom to fly from the world's top
Her heart is clear, her soul is pure
Her graceful song is loud and sure
She, a raindrop, gleams with light
Refracting a rainbow so vivid and bright
She dances on clouds while washing the sky
But soon will find the ground is so dry
The raindrop falls, the ground awaits
The time has come to meet with fate
She crashes down to the thirst ground
To all around it is unbearable sound
At this moment time stands still
We mourn the loss, we lose our will
…
Realize though not all is gone
Once a raindrop is now a song
A melody is sung by a bird flying by
A flower grown from ground once dry
The Great Divine has a plan -- a will
A purpose for every raindrop spilled
by Jon Nutting

