To Be a Drop of Water

In another life, I would like to be a drop of water. Perhaps my life would begin at the top of a mountain spring. I would drift down the mountain enjoying the coolness of a spring morning as I looked up to the forest trees as they began to bud with life.

Later I would slip easily into a valley creek where I would see the deer sip quietly as I floated easily by. I would encounter little minnows and watch small crawdads scatter out from under a rock. I would flow under bridges and see the people pass by.

From the little creek, perhaps I would fall into a raging river and feel the vigor of life as I rush across the river rock and into the rapids. I could feel the rush of free fall down a waterfall and not be afraid because I am the waterfall. I could go on and on, passing countryside and mountainside until I could sense myself changing and feel the saltiness that is the ocean.

In the ocean, my options would seem limitless. I could be a wave crashing against the beach, or I could meander down to the reef where the clown fish swim among the coral. I could watch the dolphins play or the sea turtle swim lazily by. Then I could dive to the deep abyss where the sunlight never touches and the creatures glow in the dark. Maybe I would see a ship wreck and witness history as no one else has.

I could be guided by the moon back to shore and then taken up to the heavens by evaporation. The wind could carry me around the world and back. I could then fall back to earth as a drop of rain through a rainbow, or maybe even be a snowflake drifting slowly down until I land in the top of an evergreen.

Then when spring came again, I would melt again to my original form and drop to the feed the flower growing beside the stream below. Then, as I help in my humble way to restore life, I would drip from the petal and back into the mountain stream to begin my own journey again.