Flowing Water
The green remains And the greys and browns of yesteryear Upon moving blues And stalwart reds, I wish to be one with the water. The wind shifted waves Moving throughout my veins, The life lump my skin. Lightly compacted by the land around me. I wish for people to bask in my cool beauty. My everspanning deep. I wish to reflect the world upon my self. I wish for my flesh to reveal your true being. Come, Stare upon my form Within you, see me Within me, see you May we find solice.