22 June 2012
Drip, drop
Like the rain through the trees
The wind like a breeze through my fingers
Pitter patter,
Like the footsteps of weary mice
Touched upon a crisp snow ground
Splish, splash,
On canvases of leaves
Cascading like waterfalls on trees
Replenishing everything in sight
Morphing liquid day to charcoal night
This rain is everlasting
Tranquility • Opuss № I