The Sun caught me crying and turned my tears into due drops
It sprinkled it on pretty flowers and green leafy plants
It turned the rest of it into fog
The atmosphere, humid and emotional
The landscape like a painting on canvas
Warm air, wet wind, a glaze of haze
Due drops settled into fresh water ponds
Soon the frogs began to croak
Eggs matured and tadpoles swam
Worms came out of the loose damp soil
Snails crawled out of their shells
The earth made magic out of my tears
Tears turned into due drops
Nina Fabunmi
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