w o r d s......

Tribal beat of change
Flowing through time
Each element
Twists and transforms

Rain of sorrow
Nourishes young plants
Beating and molding them
Into lush strength

Glaring sun and harsh wind
Twist and bend
Bowing the tree
But not the soul

For spirit is
Wise strong lion
Soaring high eagle
Dancing rainbow horses

God is so vast
Can never see the whole
Only a mere glimpse
Of His brushstroke Now