Early Morning Dreams

Early Morning Dreams

Sun peaking over the horizon
on my freshly fallen face.
Clinging to a fragile green blade. 

As temperature rises
I will begin to fade away, unless
another rolls into me.

Reaching for the dirt, 
To gain entrance to
a subterranean reservoir.

I will join billions of others
merging into a clear lake
used to fuel the living.

But,

If I fall to the pavement
evaporation is inevitable.
Back to the sky.

I join the others in the clouds, and
wonder if next time…
I will drop into the sea.