As raindrops trickle down the windowpane the trail left behind symbolizes life, and all that there is.
My soul is calm;
creating a feeling of peace, as the cool mist of rain sprinkles
upon my face.
I sit in my window and face reality;
gazing at tomorrow’s society as they splash the mist which is now a
pool of water upon the city streets.
Where fourth shall their destiny take them.
Shall a place stricken with poverty produce a better future for
those who might not live to see it.
Dangers of death lengthens the days as mothers fear;
for innocence has no safety in a place populated by pain and death.
Each life lives;
Only to survive to a world where survival leaves them in a place where
they may have been better off dead.
So as life continues the cycles revolves, bringing fourth a new society;
only to live like the old one.