Colours

We are all different colours. Different shades
Drops dripping heavily down a blank canvas
Yet we forget we were painted with the same strokes
By a painter unknown but unnecessary

Sometimes we glide over the canvas
And meet other drops along the way
Our colours blend and we paint together
A new image from once white nothing

Sometimes our flow across the fabric
Hits a miswoven bump in the way
We separate around and drift down apart
Or we climb over together, conquering as One

Like this we meet a thousand many,
Who join our journey, our painting
And we glide along to paint a great many
Patterns and strokes that finally form our art

And then we reach the bottom of the canvas
And let our painting go altogether
Off the canvas we leap - joined by fellow drops
And onto the floor we puddle and huddle
Finally as One, finally together
We dance about in our whirlwind of colour.