Through my eyes pt1

It drips, it pours.
From the pours it seperates from its womb.
Almost as an infant child it grows as it rolls down.
The beauty of light bieng refracted with in gives the colour of life.
It rolls, leaves a trail.
The trail of its affect on things around.
As it approaches the center it grows with every movement.
It's the sun as it attracts others.
The others join to make it a bigger one.
It grows turning into a community of love.
Then death comes in blades.
It wipes the existence of love and comfort.
but as death approaches there are,
New drops
New trails
New journeys


Another day another post.

Take care fellow readers.