Can you stop for a while and marvel
One being who can carve in a rock still mould it giving it a diff colour....uproot it to let walk thru a new pasture and yet melt it like tears and pour it through the watrrfall, gather them... dry them again to be born as a rock....one living god- his muse the beautiful nature
Labels: God, Green, Greenery, Nature, Poem, Poetry, Prose, Revelation, Words, Writings