Monday, March 26, 2012

Raindrops keep falling

Raindrops keep falling

The whole world be my adventure,
feel the wetness on my skin.
I climb aloft every mountain,
watch clouds bursting open again.

Torrents of precipitation crash,
and fill the craggy mossy nook.
The power of nature scares me,
as the thunder mountains shook.

Time rolls slowly, ambling along,
a wilderness comes so fresh alive.
All presence of the moment,
will help me and my heart survive.

The storm is beyond breaking,
it claustrophobicises the world below.
But once it's cleansed Ionosphere,
new growth all life will show.