windcarver
Member
Tao
the trees are flowering
shades of pink and yellow
the trunks
twisted and gnarled
are taller than mountains
the leaves
violet and blue
reach to the sun
unfurl
basking in the beauty
the warmth
of the clouds.
The rivers are flowing
winding
across the peaceful landscape
veins of the earth
they splash
into the pool of water below
creating mist
shadowing slimy rocks
floating to the sky
becoming clouds
rain
and rivers.
The wind is like a woman
singing
breathing
through leaves
and rain
she dances across the sky
rushing
downwards into earth
giving a pulse
connecting realms
physical
and emotional.
The fire is there
burning
ruining the subtle beauty
of nature
and yet the fire is great
for without fire there is no water
or trees
or wind
as fire is the fuel
the core
of all beauty
just as beauty is the core
the fuel
of all anger.
the trees are flowering
shades of pink and yellow
the trunks
twisted and gnarled
are taller than mountains
the leaves
violet and blue
reach to the sun
unfurl
basking in the beauty
the warmth
of the clouds.
The rivers are flowing
winding
across the peaceful landscape
veins of the earth
they splash
into the pool of water below
creating mist
shadowing slimy rocks
floating to the sky
becoming clouds
rain
and rivers.
The wind is like a woman
singing
breathing
through leaves
and rain
she dances across the sky
rushing
downwards into earth
giving a pulse
connecting realms
physical
and emotional.
The fire is there
burning
ruining the subtle beauty
of nature
and yet the fire is great
for without fire there is no water
or trees
or wind
as fire is the fuel
the core
of all beauty
just as beauty is the core
the fuel
of all anger.
