The best poetry can be read, understood and felt by different minds and souls in different ways. Amy’s photography is great too.
Spirit forms in the mist
tumbling and rolling and splashing
gushing while blushing
rushing madly over the rough spots
waywardly maneuvering Her force-filled will
chasing mirrored reflections
passed present and future moments
cascading drops of life ~ flow as one wetness
touching all — despising none
perfectly tranquil in Her going forth
She smooths the world with blissfulness
~ soothing all who eye Her beauty ~
(gracing hearts too soft to see)
Peace and luvz, Uncle Tree
A special “Thanks!” to Amy for sharing her photography!