Drop

This is how my journey began

The tides danced from the mighty ocean to the salty sea. Scotched by the wicked sun. The clouds saved me from the brutal war. I will not lie, it was definitely heaven.

Days to days, our numbers multiplied. My time to leave, was getting near. Well fed and ready, the lighting was the ride we boarded.

Some of my friends, landed on the trees. Many I met again, while we sang through the soil.

Out of chores to do, we went to bed, and tried to sleep. As we yearned and stretched our bonds and pairs, a hollow pipe hunkered in fear.

So many of my brothers ran, trying to fix and repair. Soon I was called upon, the need for our technicality was far and high.

Out of the pipe and into a tank. The ride was bumpy, the noise, immense.

Geared with rifles and semi automatics, to the battle line, poised and brave.

We met our fate, not long in the heat. Few of my brothers, used parachute, escaped the battle and went to heaven.

I fought, to my last breath. Instead of death, I was suspended as a hero. In big round jars, we were arraigned and glorified. So precious and wanted, many strangers came and took us away.

Even while we were resting, he saved us in an engine. New duties to carry on, we grew old in that metal casing. Later, we were set free, to live with our offsprings. Glued in suspension, our brothers ran from us. Strangers, we are in our own house.

What sort of life, have I lived?