Updated: Nov 25, 2019
I started and ended as a drop.
Hurtling towards the earth, I knew not where I would land.
Slipping down mountains, drying on ground, drank or flushed, I couldn't predict what wonders awaited.
Thrown into oblivion, I lost myself amongst masses of my kin.
The many become one, the one made of many.
And then, like a phoenix I rose, more steam than fire, ascending to the heavens to start anew.
For that is our destiny, us many, us one: to live out this cycle till the end of time.