The rain and the catching of a soul

The rain taps on the table outside bouncing in to a splash. A tree shifts in the wind waving to all a genital hello, to a beautiful morning, a day filled with wonder and glee. I sense the tree bathing in the morning sun filled with love and friendship as we gather together to find solus to retrieve and grant love and compassion… Into a troubled world and yet we exist to help and foster love… Beings with imagination, hope, love and laughter… I smell the rain and it is sweet and clean giving way to a clarity to which endows their sense with hope and a bit of brevity…I feel wondrous today, I feel beloved and I feel the warmth of a light in the cavers of the mountains, I must clime… I know of hope of surreal symmetry that can fill this empty landscape I call my worth… But instead with the landscape I look to a better tomorrow. I clime the skirt, the peaks, the snow lies, spires and cannons and work the earth to find a better place to grow, nurture and hope. The presents of my soul and the contours looking to increase the beauty of the land I call my home… So today I see raining and look to tomorrows sun basking the commons I can call my home… I for not to retreat but look forward at all hopes of making a land full of beauty and grandeur. I feel the love and appreciation of the gifts I have been given and know other places have that grown and been emancipated to bring forth the essence of good out of the darkness and into the light of the rain and trees that wave in an honest participation. Giving fourth undone grievances that give way to the view of today and the rain drops bouncing…among the trees grateful wave of life and happiness.