Falling Drops

Brown and dirty
Collected around the roots
With no place to run
How I changed color!!!

Eyes that eagerly noticed me
Falling from high above
Now don’t look down
As I lay abandoned as a puddle.

Until more pure drops slide down leaves
Again losing their crystal clarity
As they join me
Making me fascinating just for a second.

A pair of eyes
Now look at me
But only when
There is another fall.