#118-Streams

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…