Phantoms of Reality..

I look at my right, and what do i see
that beam of light, reaching out to me

I look at my left, and what do i see
a grey cloud that seemed kept, with a silver lining and gleam

I stood beneath what they call sky
thats home to birds, with ecstasy they fly

To reach the zenith, without any care
To live till they die, without any fear

I hear those drops as they fall down
Piercing out of that cloud and all its bound

The splash that it makes in that puddle of water
Losing its identity, from a drop to a wholsome body of water

I see nature showz me contrasts too
Its not just life that shows me a few

When its humid and hot and summer all through
You never know which eve would show you those drops of dew.