#118-Streams
26/11/2017
Hail landing on the skylight,
Playing nature’s melody,
A gentle tap, tap.
Tiny pieces of ice,
Gathering on the glass,
A painting in motion,
Evolving, ever changing.
Gazing as I lie on the ground,
Feeling my heart,
Drum along.
The music ends,
Pellets slowly melt,
Tiny rivers flowing away,
Like minutes, in a peaceful day…
