Grey clouds gather plump and perfect above my crown
A moment of silence held sacred by the birds
A moment to settle before I am washed away
Rainfall rolls soft and supple from our mother sky
With gentle thanks do the leaves cup the sweet nectar
With ancient thirst the soil drinks her in
Dirt darkens wet and washed within our mother earth
Eyes open and breath rolls slow and low like thunder
Eyes close and senses gather up her scent
Full flowers sway sweetly beneath a rockabye breeze
Petals dance gracefully to the beat of each drip drop drop
Petals lace their fingers together and bow in prayer
Sep 29, 2016
Sep 29, 2016 at 8:53 AM UTC
Grey clouds gather plump and perfect above my crown
A moment of silence held sacred by the birds
A moment to settle before I am washed away
Rainfall rolls soft and supple from our mother sky
With gentle thanks do the leaves cup the sweet nectar
With ancient thirst the soil drinks her in
Dirt darkens wet and washed within our mother earth
Eyes open and breath rolls slow and low like thunder
Eyes close and senses gather up her scent
Full flowers sway sweetly beneath a rockabye breeze
Petals dance gracefully to the beat of each drip drop drop
Petals lace their fingers together and bow in prayer
