A Small Poem

On rain clouds, wet eyes and grass there is
A water drop that can't know what it is
Whose boundary shrinks into a sphere so small
And when it can't stick, is forced to fall
Its form ain't choice, it forms by chance
No sign of pride in its humble stance
And yet, though it be such a little thing
Of which there ain't tales nor songs to sing
It does and dies as all small things do
Unnoticed, unappreciated and unseen too
It sees us not, this beauty, nor hears or speaks
But ceases not from duty, in tears or leaks
It seems no threat to providence at all
Can fate be changed by a thing so small?
Ah! But you forget this my friend
When all that's small does die, big ones end
Small was the universe when it began
Small was the spark that brought fire to man
Small is the mosquito that gives you such trouble
Small is a bomb that can turn buildings to rubble
So, next time you feel small amidst bigger things
Think of all the changes that small hope brings