Waterfalling
It races, eager to the plunge.
Rushing drops roar down,
like lives of every earthling
packed in streams of generations.
Ribbons of lives
crashing down in splendor,
each drop a life
of ecstasy and anguish
brief as speeding water.
At the end of the falling,
a river flows, constantly replenished
by earthlings who continue
to race and plunge, to live.
Each particle of life
gives its all to the falling
Never the same drops, but the form,
the waterfalling life on earth,
so far, endures.
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