Adventures of the Water Drops
Born into a world that's all so new.
Floating around in an oceanic womb.
Some so deep in the liquid tomb.
Individually invisible to the naked eye.
Until they fall from the sky.
These are the adventures of the water drops.
The sun looks down and offers his rays.
Inbetween the beams they pirouette and sway.
Slowly rising inside a vortex of light.
Soon to continue their journey in flight.
This is the adventures of the water drops.
Up into the surf and then breaking through.
Born into a world that's all so new.
The higher they get, the smaller the size.
Reducing to nothing the more they rise.
See the adventures of the water drops.
Gathering together in their ghostly form.
Creating an aerial mist like swarm.
Mourning each other's deathly woe.
Reincarnating themselves back into H2O.
Discover the adventures of the water drops.
The cloud of spirits can not hold the new weight.
So they are cast back down into a familiar fate.
Growing as they tumble and fall.
Beckoned by mother ocean's call.
Relive the adventures of the water drops.
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