I am the gently falling snow that lies in pristine splendour
I am the ice that shatters rocks and ploughs the mountains under
I am the melt that seeps within to fill Grandmother’s veins
I am the bubbling crystal spring that carries off the rains
I am the merry dancing stream with dappled sunlight kissed
I am the foaming cataract that wets the glen with mist
I am the eddy and the spray, I am the chuckling rill
I am the pond, I am the race, I’m deep and I am still
I am the inundation that wakes the fertile plain
I am the hail in thunderstorms, I am the monsoon rain
I am the slow and steady flow that carries all before
I am the tidal estuary that carves and shapes the shore
I am the mighty ocean, always moving, always there
I am insubstantial vapour – just softness in the air
I am the richly gilded clouds that make the sunset blaze
I am the freezing winter fog, the distant summer haze
I am the blood, I am the wine, the tears of my daughter
I am the river of my life, I’m Bear that Moves Like Water
Did you write this loveliness? It’s so beautiful!
Yes, Petal, that’s all me. And the quote on the front page… well that’s mine too, and you are welcome to borrow it whenever you wish.
Thank you for your comment – you know I’ve read some of your writing, so I have some idea of the Spirit that guides you, and the things that bring you Joy; that you see this as beautiful is a valuable affirmation to me.
Beautiful and moving 🙂 I love the visuals.