A raindrop fell from way up high,
Tumbling gently from the sky.
It danced on leaves, then slipped down slow,
Into a stream that let it flow.

The stream rushed fast past stones and sand,
It twisted, turned, then met the land.
The thirsty roots all drank it deep,
And soon the drop was fast asleep.

But when the sun shone big and bright,
The raindrop rose back up in flight!
Up to the sky—so light, so free—
To start again above the sea.

Written By: Eromosele Agboiboh