All my fathers

Listening to the rain
Keyboard the leaves                   
I am grateful to you all.

A drop explodes under a ray of light.
Its transparent joy flashes and break.
It has a lot to learn.

Awaken are the candles
Kindled in the rooms
Of my soul. You left me

To my own mistakes,
Learn to admire but not to follow,
And that none is challenged

But by himself. This is an unbound land
With only one river meandering through.
I am free from you at your own bidding.