Posted on January 9th, 2013
The swishing of the leaves,
The crunch as dry leaves are stood upon,
Wind passes through the branches,
The language of the trees.
Slowly trickling down a rock
The water goes along its course,
Cascading down the waterfall,
The water dances- becoming alive.
A rigid green stem flourishing into
A beautiful blooming flower,
A misleading, false beauty to cover
The hard and coldness of its inner being
That lies beneath.
Nature- simple at a glance but complex if given thought,
A bit like our Creator