In the misty morning air,
Raindrops ride the skies under gravity's tug.
Perched on a rock at pond's edge,
I watch wind rock limbs of overhanging trees.
Raindrops drip,
Surface ripples.
Beetle sized waves collide, coalesce.
Their path unimpeded by stormy sea.
Over, around, and through the waves,
They've plotted a course.
They'll see it through.
A resolute way to journey through life.
The way of the Whirligig Beetle.
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