Day 31 poem: August 4
silver drips
then pours
from the sky
wind rustles
then roars
through the trees
a single molecule
water or air
powerless
an organized storm
water and air
unstoppable
as we could be
silver drips
then pours
from the sky
wind rustles
then roars
through the trees
a single molecule
water or air
powerless
an organized storm
water and air
unstoppable
as we could be