In contrast [to trees and fish], oil, metals, and coal are not renewable; they don't reproduce, sprout, or have sex to produce baby oil droplets or coal nuggets.
Blazing? Droplets of thoughts can soothe it all. Don't feel depleted. Bask in the residue. That remains!
Innocent droplets of rain make almost all events quite natural.
And the needles of the pine trees, freshly washed to a deep, rich green, shimmered with droplets that blinked like clear crystals.
Droplets, droplets: We are all identical drips and drops of people, hovering, waiting to be tipped, waiting for someone to show us the way, to pour us down a path. . . . He has tipped us over, all of us in our teetering expectancy, and now we are pouring toward him, coursing on a wave of sound, of roaring shouts and applause. . . . They are the moon; we are a tide, their tide, and under their direction we will wipe clean all the sickness and blight from the world.