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
2 comments:
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