“ratta ratta ratta trat…”
standing near to where a tree grew up
Tall and proud,
firm of hip
pointed hands to the sky filled with wind music
and sighs.
Water, a precious gift
there and there again
cascading droplets…
soothing…
“ratta ratta ratta trat…”
standing near to where a tree grew up
Tall and proud,
firm of hip
pointed hands to the sky filled with wind music
and sighs.
Water, a precious gift
there and there again
cascading droplets…
soothing…