I was the frozen water
that thawed into absolutely nothing.
Alas I did not know as I dissipated,
that my essence fed eight flowers
and a six foot patch of grass.
It quenched some parched worms thirst,
and caused an acorn to germinate,
which will someday be a mighty oak.
Some of me added to the well,
that a family near by drinks from.
Several ounces evaporated
and became new snow,
protecting the roots of a fruit tree.
portions of me became part of a cloud,
that sparked the imagination of a poet,
and 760 dandelions will launch white puffs
this spring because I became liquid
Plus eighteen winter birds sipped
my cool refreshment,
before I vanished into mother earth.
I am the ice that truly became something.
"Every little thing we do or say,
can affect the world even
if we think it means nothing."
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