The Way of Water

From the cathedral of soil I am drawn to the roots of plants.


Through cambium I rise, the sun beckons.


The winds move me, rivers in the sky. 


I fall and gather, flake upon flake.


I am free, recreation by gravity, canyons bear my creativity. 


I pour across land, bearing gifts, seldom resting along The Way.


I move from life to life, soil to sea and back again. 


I am water.