Fate has bonded them,
May be for a moment, may be longer.
A gentle breeze, holding sway or
A scorching sun later in the day,
Will Split them, in a moment not far away.
If it falls, among the roots,
Will return to the leaf to nurture,
Or it will return again,
As a different drop in a different rain..
(Thinking of an analogy with our lives, many people come to our lives, some for few moments and some longer. Eventually we split but we help each other grow in one way or other. There is no good or bad. Sometimes we are the drop, sometimes we become the leaf.)
