Elucidating Questions

I think it’s beautiful

The way it’s falling so gently

Even when whipped around by the wind

She falls softly

Building up like a thick tower from the ground the foundation thousands of thousands of tiny individuals

I think she’s beautiful I would love to sit in the field and feel her growing around me

Watching her softly falling

Such grace

And yet she’s just weather

How odd to have a favourite

She is, she is,

Look at her

Safe at home in her arms