Colour

Flying paint drops in the air

landing from I know not where

splatter out a pattern there

to naked earth still unaware 

What shape and colour will I make

when life is done and death half baked

calls me down to leave my home

to where and what I haven't known

I see the earth as it arises

no more can I claim "Damn life surprises!"

I look about brief glimpse of course

through wind harsh blurring sight in force

My fellow drops in shapes of square

fat triangles drop from who knows where

An oblong sighs and says "Wasn't ready."

while its neighbor red cube soft prays eyes unsteady

So many shades and shapes cannot number

what is and what was before marching thunder

announced our descend from home in the cloud

"Goodbye little drops." to death on the ground