Rain in my cup

This is about finding beauty in the earths special things.

As I walk outside a small drop of rain falls in my cup.

The beautiful nature wants to infuse me with love.

 

When I drink the gift of the Lord, I cant help but think, dirt will fill my pores.

 

I continue to sip and my brain begins to twirl.

A small piece of paper and Creativity begins to whirl.

 

Why am I intrigued by this drop that hit my cup?

Why such a small happening to fill my head up?

 

Clearly this isnt just a nonchalant thing.

I have become become obsessed with earths special things.

 

The beauty of nature; so graceful and pure.

I always look past it, but today it seems a cure.  

 

Author's Note

I would just like to know how people feel about this poem.

Reviews

[Cookie38]

sweet,

its always nice to read about a nature lover