Water a form of freedom,
In a boundry of rocks
Still able to squeeze through cracks of trust
Floating in the silent wet fall
Until breaking fall
Lives in the floating of the light waves to trust
Until the drop of a rock
Then taken again is freedom

Meeting and crashing with another
Overlaps onto one another
Continues to go with the flow
And nothing can corrupt
No noticing actions corrupt
And allows life to confuse the flow
Raindrops touch another

War with each other
Fighting to reach the end of the stream
To spin in circles
Until the wind and nature stops them
Not the birds nor the fish will hinder them
Tides start to roar in circles
Making water clash through the stream
But still two leaves apart from some other