At the mountain top, I’ll wait for you,
Like morning dews in Summer’s hue.
I’ll be a tear. I’ll be a drop, 
A perpetual drip of hope –
                that every soul pursues anew.

So when your climb may go askew
And you find green grasses turned blue
Don’t stop – just know, I’ll be a drop,
                              At the mountain top.

And if Winter comes past you knew
Like it did before, when birds flew
To southern fields for warmer lops,
Don’t stop, just know, I’ll be a drop,
Unfrozen [not cold] – to unfreeze your view
                             At the mountain top.

Written by: L. L.


 

Source Image: http://blog.shoppy.sg/wp-content/uploads/2012/04/morning-dew.jpg

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