Tiny, crystal little dots
Filled with solitude
But they fall together
In a big or small group
Each bringing little hope
Or maybe a tear
They're voices make me wonder
They're voices make me think
For these little drops
Can either make crops grow
Or make them sink
Even though each is one
They're still a team at the end
For like that they have so much power
They can destroy or mend
God's creations are breathtaking
But I'm sure that you knew
But these little things
Can make a huge difference too
-Hana H. Barakat
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