Date Posted:15:49:33 03/02/01 Fri Author: Starhawk Subject: A Poem
Clouds are flowing in the river,
waves are flying in the sky.
Life is laughing in a pebble.
Does a pebble ever die?
Flowers grow out of the garbage,
such a miracle to see.
What seems dead and what seems dying
makes for butterflies to be.
Life is laughing in a pebble,
flowers bathe in morning dew.
Dust is dancing in my footsteps
and I wonder who is who.
Clouds are flowing in the river,
clouds are drifting in my tea,
On a never-ending journey,
what a miracle to be!
