This little story has gotten a lot of people's attention.
Once upon a time, there was a little clear drop of dew desperately clinging to the end of a fern one rainy, cold early spring morning. This little droplet clung to this fern for dear life, while observing it's comrades hang beside him, and many unknown droplets resembling him falling very quickly from the Up. Now this little clear droplet had no idea how it had gotten there, how it had been created, or what would become of it. All it knew was that it had been a part of a huge misty mass floating in the Up. But for this tiny moment, it cherished it's singularity, being on it's own, being unique, hanging there alone. In this tiny moment, it felt no fear at all, clinging to that fern, before falling and becoming a part of the puddle with all of his comrades once more.
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- Terran
- Terrible tremendous toxic tenuous tarantula Terran the tough terabyte is totally, tremendously talented!
2 comments:
I love this one Terran!
I first read this story in your own writing on your Mom's blog. It gave me goose bumps all over!
You have successfully condensed (hahah, sorry) the story of life down into one page!
The imagery in this story is glistening, beautiful, and insightful. It compels the reader to live in the present moment like the little drop who "cherished it's singularity" while fearlessly clinging to the fern "in this tiny moment" before being re-united with it's brethren. Stunning.
Your poems are wonderful too Terran. You have a lot of talent. Keep up the good work!
wow Terran thats realy something. I mean if everybody were like that little tiny droplet the world would be a better place ;)
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