Sunday, June 5, 2011

The Journey

Every tree is

Part of a great journey
As every leaf is
Fraction of
An infinite green

Map to a great
The branches
Mould into a
Space not fixed

Rain travel through
Roots to leaves
Whispering the
Language of clouds

Every leaf is there
For the journey
As the sun soak them
In golden silence

Thursday, June 2, 2011

Dry land to

A bed of emerald

Dry branches to
A green length

Yellow bird is
With rain drops