Oneness

The birth of water droplets
Born of dust and warm air,
linger unseen above the pond.

Add the chill of autumn and
the dawning sun,
they appear and mist the air over the water.

Becoming misty spirits, swans adrift,
Coming and going
Rising steamy ghost they disappear
as if to shun the sun.
Their journey begins.
.
Up they go,
suspended above in billowy masses,
falling in droplets back to mother;
cuddled in leaves, dangling from limbs, 
life of puddles,
birth home of many - death to some,    
renewal to others,
nectar to all.
Caught in the rush to sea.

Connected to all lives and giving form to emotion.
In and out of existence,
a part and sum of all things.

Once treasured as magic and mysterious,
when seen with youth and wonder felt.
Objects they became
with age through thought and language,.
One more evolution,
as later in life I live.
Like all things, it’s oneness
the water droplets are.