Misplaced Dreams

The small raindrops on fallen leaves
Know what it is to have misplaced dreams
Hoping that they’d someday be
The catalyst for the tallest trees
But never reached the ground or seed
Not for wanton pride or lust or greed
It simply wasn’t meant to be
Yet how much more did the world need
The small raindrops on fallen leaves
And, selfishly
How much more did they need to be there for me to see

Photo by Valeriia Miller on Unsplash

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