SKY-WATER

Rain makes patterns
On the window pane
Droplets forming paths
Across the cool glass
Drip, splash, drip, splash

A soothing rhythm forms
An age-old song from
The womb of our existence
Our Mother Earth

Cleansing moisture pouring
On festering wounds
Healing our world

The cool elixir a balm
For the sores and blisters
The gaping gashes
Acquired through daily living

The fresh fluid
Clear as crystal
Saccharine as syrup
The world's panacea