the rain that falls from the sky
it can not change it’s mind
once it begins it’s dissent
it must reach it’s destination
whether it falls atop a mountain
or on leaves of trees
or back in the mother sea
these rain drops do not speak
of what ocean they come from
nor where their spirit goes
once they cleanse all that they touch
if only they could whisper their secrets
of how their journey began
and how it feels when riding the wind
while in the world of Spring where upon
the pedals of daisies and daffodils
roses and lilies they put glistening smiles
for all to see
Beautiful, kiddo. I am TRYING to appreciate the "smile of spring rain" - this year there is so MUCH of it - day after endless gray day. My flowers are drowning in their little pots. They need warmth. Well, maybe next week. Meanwhile, your poem is lovely, and I especially love "how it feels when riding the wind".
ReplyDeleteI just love how you are able to appreciate whatever Life throws at you, at least it seems that way. I am going to try to keep your poem in mind when we visit Seattle this summer!
ReplyDeleteHey, you got rid of the word verification! Hurray!!!
ReplyDeleteSherry, thanks for visiting.
ReplyDeleteYour plants will survive '...a plant sleep at the end of it's season but always leaves a little room to start again'
Lola, I hope you have a great time in Seattle
Gracias mi amigas!