Flow

A trailing tear that climbs to brush the sky- The sunlight dances gold across its face. A galaxy below so full of life. A glassy mirror, soft surface passes by. In its shine the earth’s reflection makes, A trailing tear that climbs to brush the sky. So low you are but peering down so high; These depths that hold unfathomable space: A galaxy below so full of life. Dark waters just as clear as muddled lies, And chopped to white; the wind goads on the race; A trailing tear that climbs to brush the sky. And just as energy will never die; Though above on shore the ice will bend to beak, A galaxy below and full of life. It flows as Nature’s raindrops always cry, Until we slow our unforgiving pace: A trailing tear that climbs to brush the sky; A galaxy below so full of life.