The drops fall
oh! the sound,
of a soft steady fall
a constant fade-fall,
Oh! the waves of sound, sensation and smell.
Submerged in that warm cascade,
I cannot think...
carrying dry brown leaves, dry flowers,
and in the silence,
tiny muddy globes
mimicking a mini cosmos,
and the ever changing patterns in the mud.
You should stand still, unmoving
just give in...
That's when the peace descends,
upon you, upon your soul