From mountain peak to ocean's floor,
A constant dance, forevermore.
A crystal tear, a crashing wave,
Water's embrace, both fierce and brave.
It whispers soft in gentle streams,
And roars a song in wild extremes.
A sculptor's touch on rock and land,
A lifeblood pulse in shifting sand.
It quenches thirst, it cleanses sin,
A mirror to the world within.
Reflecting sky and starry night,
A canvas painted, ever bright.
So raise a glass, a grateful toast,
To water's magic, near and most.
For life itself is born and thrives,
On nature's gift, a force that survives.
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The Silence That Follows
“Silence is not the absence of something but the presence of everything . . . It is the presence of time, undisturbed. It can be felt within the chest. Silence nurtures our nature, our human nature, and lets us know who we are. Left with a more receptive mind and a more attuned ear, we become better listeners not only to nature but to each other. Silence can be carried like embers from a fire. Silence can be found, and silence can find you. Silence can be lost and also recovered. But silence cannot be imagined, although most people think so. To experience the soul-swelling wonder of silence, you must hear it.”― Gordon Hempton
By Paul Stewarta day ago in Fiction
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