May the verse spill out Of your moonlit garden From your cool wellspring Untouched by age In shades of time You Are The Tempest Whose green fields will stay From the splattering waters That well the plain Every one of us Resembles one drop of rain With a similar charm As reflections dance across still waters Singing quietly in happiness Whilst, a brilliant dusk settles over the sky And nature reigns majestically Quietly, moping, delicately infatuated The wellspring of life Supply of our soul Filtering Blessing Reviving © daniel miltz