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| The sparrow told the robin and the robin told the lark; The sun had lost its patience trying to chase away the dark. The stars refused the gather... the moon had disappeared. The clouds were spreading rumors that the lightning wasn't feared. Neptune turned her back on Mars and Venus closed her eyes. Comets turned their tails and fled in search of higher skies. The wind, confused, bounced off the ground moving back and forth. Snowflakes beat the daylights out of hailstorms in the north. Then somewhere out of nowhere came a tiny drop of rain; Which kissed the face of one and all and made things right again The master of the firmament who'd watched in great dismay; Could not believe the magic that he'd seen the drop display. He was about to forge a creature that would master moon and star; And he realized that opposition soon would spread afar. So he held this tiny raindrop that soothed sorrow, pain and fears; He mixed it with sincerity, creating human tears. |
| The First Teardrop |
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| Published in Banks of the Little Miami Volume 5 http:4dw.net/milford63/PatLarsonVol5.html |