After rain after many days without rain,
it stays cool, private and cleansed, under the trees,
and the dampness there, married now to gravity,
falls branch to branch, leaf to leaf, down to the ground
where it will disappear - but not of course to vanish
except to our eyes. The roots of the oaks will have their share,
and the white threads of the grasses, and the cushion of moss;
a few drops, round as pearls, will enter the mole's tunnel;
and soon so many small stones, buried for thousands of years,
will feel themselves being touched.
Mary Oilver
Yes, a lovely thought - helps one to 'see' better too.
A poem with a hidden inner meaning. Lovely and so true.
[COLOR="Indigo"]Thank you for sharing x
I love Mary Oliver's poems, a couple of my favourite ones are The Summer Day and Wild Geese.
Masha