Plink!
I am tiny but mighty.
Falling. Falling.
Did you see the green leaf?
It's like a giant umbrella for tiny me.
I touch everything—a flower petal.
Sometimes I dream of rivers and oceans full of friends.
Bounce, bounce, creating ripples
like a dance party for myself.
A whisper said it’s bright—the Sun.
Do leaves talk of the Sun too?
I’m part of a song,
invisible but felt by every bough and blade.
Ever so curious, I fall downward
but blossoming upward in every moment I touch.