Rain Drops, part two

Cold like little pieces of life,

Natural like nature, and beautiful in its form,

Sadness in thought, and pure with emotion,

I feel these rain drops mentally and physically,

Everyday of my life my devotion changes to something more than things of this earth,

My feelings, emotions, and my life are worth more than we use mother earth for now,

A place of beauty, and yet replaced with sorrow, and famed with evil,

Flowers delivered by demons, tears cried by the deceased,

Silence instilled in the living,

Lives lived in the form of individual disaster...lonely, cold rain drops.