In silence, a drop begins its humble flight,
Unlike the tide, vast, swift, and bright.
A tide, loud in its roaring embrace,
Yet often lost in ceaseless race.

A drop, quiet and seemingly small,
Contains in it the potential of all.
It rests upon the leaf with grace,
Finding its path at its own pace.

Better than becoming a tide and lost,
In chasing time, at heavy cost,
A drop finds strength in unity,
In every drop, an eternity.

Drop by drop, the journey unfolds,
In patience, an ocean it molds.
With whispers soft, it joins the dance,
In collective might, gives life a chance.

Yet tides may rise, break, and fall,
Their echoes fleeting, as shadows call.
While drops converge, with gentle flow,
In their embrace, the ocean grows.

In every drop, a dream expands,
To touch the stars, to shape the lands.
A lesson in each droplet’s gleam,
Together strong, alone a dream.

So choose the path of patient flow,
Where unity and love will grow.
Better than the tide’s fleeting boast,
Become the ocean, achieve the most.

(M.W)