You are the dew drops of every type of feeling.
Sadness is your gatekeeper,
Through that gate you flow like a surge of diamonds.
You breech other gates and seep through without a sound.
You are a mysterious river.
Giving rest in the midst of pain and doubling the hurt in grief.
What shall we name you?
For you have no true name, no true character, no true form.
You are like an ocean, a trickling stream,  a resounding waterfall.
Yet you are a part of everyone
When you show yourself there is no need to use words.
For you are the rain drops to very emotion.