Waters babbling over endless polished stones

Fluid flouncing jabbering waters

Waters always leaving but never gone

Waters the white noise is so utterly beaunificent

Bring tears to the heart strings of the few

Human beings left to know

Deceased leaves accumulating their to final resting place

Testifying of their natural scent to passersby

Among the human beings

From the wild to the hunters

To the bleeding hearts

Of them who know

Who are every bit as wild as the game

While winds converse unceasingly with the tall grasses

Winds always leaving but never gone

In a sanctuary more sacred than the greatest cathedral vault

We walk on sacred ground

 George Geisinger


About geostan51

I'm a wordsmith and a craftsman. I've been known to hand crochet just about anything escept granny squares. I've got about twenty titles in my name on the Kindle Store at
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