Cool and pure, while avoiding thy touch
I watched it as it moved at my moments,
Hesitated at my words.
Thrived at my will
It slipped through my open fingers.
Glistening, glittering, glowing gracefully
In the silky, swirly, sky.
It breathed with melancholy
Dancing for those who wandered the night
Pounding and Crackling
Infiltrating the earth
Roots swelling with its innocence
The rain bringing back life
And flooding the world once again
© 2021 Victoria Sawyer