Each One Of Us

by Crystal

A small drop of rain falls from the sky,
Looking down and descending from on high.
It hits the ground with a very firm splat,
And really cares not for where it is at.

It soaks deep into the rich, dark soil,
For it has a job which it must surely toil.
Deeper it goes soaking in to the ground,
Over and between the roots all around.

It picks up minerals and becomes rich in power,
Because what draws near is the toiling hour.
The mighty oak reaches forth roots and feels the drop,
And into the roots the drop must hop.

The drop flows into the grateful tree,
And the tree shudders and shakes with glee.
The drop allows the tree another day to live,
Nourishments and strength the drop doth give.

Each one of us is a drop from the sky,
Planted here from one who sits on high.
Who will you nourish yet today?
Who can you help to live another day?