A shimmering crystal,

Clear as glass.

A wave of emotions,

Come from one drop.

One can glide down a face -

Of a new mother.

As the helpless bundle in her arms,

Start to weep.

Tears of life.

Crystal gems fall,

From many faces,

When those once lost -

Are reunited.

They trickle down a cheek

Of one child.

Who is alone everyday.

And the only ones that come near him

Come to beat him.

They can come in streams,

Of a bawling child

And drop on the knee -

Which is so raw,

Bringing only slight comfort,

Until his parents arrive.

One drop can mean love.

Something in your eye can mean sadness.

A sparkle shows signs of happiness.

A cascade can mean a loss.

Luki Dimension