Traversing
the hills,
caressing
the trees,
gently
swirling the scene.
Life's medium
moves, ebbs
and flows
surrounding
all
with subtle
sensation.
Moving all with
jocularity.
Ripples
across an endless water.
Lifting wings,
sailing seeds.
Consistent,
generationally
reminding life
of its existence.
- Author: John Prophet (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: September 21st, 2017 06:10
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 16
- Users favorite of this poem: chinaaliciarivera
Comments2
A fine write.
Thank you! 😀
Yes it's true. Nicely written. ❤ 💗 💕 😊
Hi China,
Thank you for reading my works and for all your kind words.
JG
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