The words
flow from my fingers
like waterfalls;
clear and fast, loud and refreshing.
I am setting my mind free of burdens;
guilt and shame that would darken my days.
I am building poems
like homes;
Strong foundation, beauty entwined, complete.
I collect wisdom like seeds
and plant them every step I take.
Weeping Willow trees grow.
Orange flowers bloom.
I visit whenever I feel lost
which is often.