A Leaf and A Drop

A drop hangs on quivering leaf,
The leaf shakes for relief,
For release from weight and pressure,
To be sure,
The leaf does enjoy the water.

Water which is quenching the mid day's solitude,
And the leaf is not a prude,
Nor rather a loose windfall,
But the leaf very much feels the call,
Of the change, the state, the release he would prefer.

The drop making him quiver, about to drip,
Poised tauntingly on the tip,
His, the leaf's desire at its apex,
His frame taut to follow reflex,
Such a sweet way to suffer.

Does this leaf have the gall,
To set the drop loose to fall,
Or does he have the gall,
To hold on and never fall,
To honor or pressure will he defer?


        This poem is not literal, you will get very little from it if you view it solely that way. It isn't even well painted imagery for a scene... so if you are so inclined you can try to pick out one of the many implied and suggested meanings. There are many, what does it say to you?