Tears

I feel the water warm and dry,

It frightens me as it leaves my eye,

It rolls down my cheek and on to my neck,

It falls from my shirt threw the holes in the deck.

It waits for its friends to slowly race down,

Then together they sink into the cold hard ground,

Under a rock the tears are now bound.

the time has past a week, a month, a year

Than a beautiful flower is grown from my tears