How more beautiful could it be.
Cool, crisp, clean.
Sounds so soothing.
still
Yet, the earth is moving.
Soaking in the life.
Drinking it in deep.
Nothing wasted.
Mother speaks softly.
Winds whispers lofting.
Continuous pour.
Leading straight for the core.
Back toward the surface.
Lift your head to the sky.
stop
listen...
As those beautiful droplets lie.
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