A little raindrop
Suspended in a tree
Rain is coming down all around it
But there it stays
Just suspended
In a tree

Water flowing
Individual speckles
Of loosely combined
Yet tightly held
Droplets of particles
All unique and their own entity
Yet coalescing together
Into a flowing
Moving
Breathing
Body of
Cleansing
Wetness

But not this drop
This one hangs still
Suspended in time
A reminder of
The inner quiet
Among the chaos
The still
Within
Among the extraneous circumstances
And constant flow
That is life.