Breath and Life,
Beauty in Green.
Brought up from Dirt,
Into majestic Purity.
Droplet by Droplet,
I pause to Guard my Ink,
As the stream from above,
Lulls me to sleep.
It covers my surroundings,
In a dew of dreams,
As I admire its Truth and Levity.
Heavy Rain reveals its secret,
Hidden within the Mist.
Miniature Worlds greater than our own,
Where I tend to find my Home.
Drifting in thought,
Exploring new lands.
Step by Step,
In Soil anew,
I place my Flag.
I Conquer and Claim,
Unraveling Time and Space.
So my pen can stroke,
Lands of ash and smoke.
Or clouds and seas,
Birds and Bees.
And in the end,
My pen obeys,
Whatever the commands of a spy,
The fancy of my Mind’s Eye.
Jun 2, 2017
Jun 2, 2017 at 5:26 PM UTC
Breath and Life,
Beauty in Green.
Brought up from Dirt,
Into majestic Purity.
Droplet by Droplet,
I pause to Guard my Ink,
As the stream from above,
Lulls me to sleep.
It covers my surroundings,
In a dew of dreams,
As I admire its Truth and Levity.
Heavy Rain reveals its secret,
Hidden within the Mist.
Miniature Worlds greater than our own,
Where I tend to find my Home.
Drifting in thought,
Exploring new lands.
Step by Step,
In Soil anew,
I place my Flag.
I Conquer and Claim,
Unraveling Time and Space.
So my pen can stroke,
Lands of ash and smoke.
Or clouds and seas,
Birds and Bees.
And in the end,
My pen obeys,
Whatever the commands of a spy,
The fancy of my Mind’s Eye.
