The Glory of The Eyes

Rivers crossing

birds flying in the air

seedlings fall to the ground

fluttering wings of butterflies

dancing on mountain tops

rivers flowing through the crevices

red earth as it hugs the trees roots

planted firmly in the ground running

so deep beneath the earths surface.

Water dripping down the green leaves

bouncing balancing on the tips of branches

falling slowly to muddy puddles below

watching the face that looks within its

mirror capturing the beauty of human

innocence.

The glory of the eyes telling the story

of young and old

tip toeing in the morning due

reaching for the white clouds that

float over head.

Cotton flying in the wind

jumping to capture it as it flies

hoping you may take it prisoner

feeling the softness of danelions

yellow ink painting white flesh

rosy cheeks taking in the stains

of such a beautiful flower.

All rights reserved Hattiemattiemae Spiritweaver February 13, 2012