Lakeside Rhyme-thoughts

ripples in the water

on the surface of the lake

are nature's little riddles

for the circles of our fate

the sun shed light

to be captured by a spider web

the unsaid sight

enacted right inside ya head

you can see whole trees

through a hole in the leaf

the emptiness alone

is what makes it all complete

in every vine tendril

i find a divine symbol

spyin 'em climbin

the pine till my spine tingle

some times i hone rhymes

to pine cone patterns

mindblown fathomin

the mind over matter

let the choir sing the chorus

when its dry and aint no waters

just one twig can set

a fire to the forest

the sky didnt splash

when it fell into a puddle

now i can catch clouds

in delicate little bubbles