The water weeps to the ground
Soaking all
Saturating a thirsty ground.
Flowers dance between
The raindrops moist
Blooming, sacrificing all
It is their choice.
Clouds thunder
Marching across the sky
No time for plunder
For something in the distance
Has caught their eye.
Now I stand amidst this
I’m part of this
The earth, the wind, the sky
All this happening round
I feel it, feel so profound.
~ Patrice
@ Patrice Clarkson – 2020