From the melting ice kept on the table edge,
a drop came through.
The leaves from the darker trees were,
dragged through the rugged stones.
The drop was flowing down and down,
the faithless mind was loving that.
The melting ice was gone for ever,
and the little drop had lost his back.

A single leaf from a shiny tree,
has made a way through the blackened walls.
The shining green saw that drop,
making way to the heated plate.
She then prayed to the gods for him.
The little drop was knowing none,
he was forced to the path which ends.

She could do was just watching,
for a helpless girl to do.
The green turned red as the drop fell down,
rising help for that shaken feet.
The walls came down for the golden trees,
making sound a breeze came by.
The red was bright,
when the drop was on.
Thanking gods for that crimson make,
they had flown to the grassy plains.