And so it began.
Crystal clear dewy drops of rain
Intensifying now and then.
I ran to get the papers in the study.
White.Yellow.Blue.Red
Soon they will transform themselves
to paperboats that floats in the puddles.
Light as a feather..
Pretty little thing..
Fragile yet moving
like you and me.
They have set their sail..
Aimless.Dwindling in the wind.Free.
I watch them go
to where ever they are meant to be.
Maybe tomorrow they will lay
devastated on the sand far away
Paper boats destined to sink
Yet somehow moving
Like you and me.