Crystalline waters below
intense blue skies...
The season has changed,
cold weather engulfs the heat...
Tigress
In the heart of the wild...
Why ask who will stop the rain
when the question is when will it begin...
The rain hits the ground hard,
to show the clouds anger...
Supposed to bed under Sad poems, but ya nature...
After winter dies, born is spring
Renewing the life of everything...
The sculptor breathes once
Releasing formed perfection...
Drizzling liquid
soaking, filling, nourishing...
Snow fall covers land
like the flowing river, still...
Do not want to rain on anyone's parades
Water is much heavier than atmosphere...
A perfect prism in singular fashion,
cold to touch but full of passion...