A drop of water

on dry ground,

a hopeless situation,

when you need an ocean,

to fish for precious stones

and use them to build home, when it’s forlorn.

But to build it from the scratch,

you must bend down below pride,

you must squeeze water out of your eyes,

you must burn the oil at night and see El Dorado in the desert,

you must build an ocean out of your pond,

you must blend in with life’s twists and turns.