Just a Drop

Drip, drip, drip.
The sound of life
In the cool of the morning.
From tree to bush,
Blade of grass
To Scorched earth.
Drip, drip, drip.
Drink green sprouting shoot,
Drink the blood of the land.
One drip, would clean a child's eyes!
One drip, moisten cracked lips.
One drip, moisture for the swolen tongue.
For me, it runs throughmy fingers
Like the gold of a jeweler.
For you, it's maybe soon.
Maybe, matbe.
How could I get to be so old
Without realising how wealthy I am?
Drip, drip, drip.