It’s nice to think of tears…like polliwogs swimming around excitedly ready to evolve, it’s nice to think of sorrow as water, all those tears escaping where swelling pain had been, It’s nice to think our sorrow will soon evaporate just like our tears,  It is nice to think we are like polliwogs  merely evolving into a higher form, And someday, we’ll be up in the clouds dreaming of the comfort and safety of polliwogs swimming in a mortals eyes.