Raindrops, Angel tears,
diamonds, pearls
from heaven's treasury
silver curtains,
toys for sun and moon
playing, painting rainbows,
dressing trees in festive robes
to dance with the wind at dawn,
Raindrops falling,
one by one they find each other,
merge like lovers
into big families
who leave their children
to play in the sun,
and his big smile invites them in,
they fly with the wind
higher than ever,
back into the heaven's womb...
to be born again,
do they remember they have been here before?


Sybille (Sydney) Krivenko 2006