Idea
windmill water
wheel

broken
spoke simply
work

steady
pace worry
erase

weeded
flowers ebb
flow

Triple branches ripple a moon
Instances of a ripened style
Trickles of light seep
Tears of life rain

Dripping patterns
Canvas of irregularity
Imperfect simplicity
Insulation

If our world was to wither today
It would be a simple string of tribulations
Influence would dance in our heads
The broken butterflies of our youth

A greater day shines on a horizon
The ebb of life dances playfully
The flow of worlds act gracefully
The pictures are painted ineptly

Inside the strokes is a reality
Unbelievable beauty is splattered
Solidarity continues to be unabated
A sojourn of existence is enlightened