Sunday, 5 September 2010

What water means to me

The sound of water, no matter how or when,
just need the sound.



The pitter, patter of rain on the window
The pouring down upon the roof.



The crisp clean gurgling over rocks
Gushing, rushing on its way



The slip sloping water as it meanders down the river
just lapping with gentle ripples upon the bank




The diamond sparkling droplets full of rainbows
The light on the water wherever it is



The building of sound as it gets to the sea
the crashing of waves upon the shore.


This is what keeps me sane

10 comments:

Marilyn said...

This is such a beautiful post; your words and your photos are so lovely.
I feel the same as you about water, I love it in all forms.

Zan said...

I'm with you on this one :)

xx

Merry ME said...

Ah, yes.
Water, glorious water.
Beautifully put.

janis said...

So pretty~ pictures and words. I love the sound of water too but it makes me have to go to the restroom ♥
tee hee

Paula said...

Love this post. Hugs across the channel

Mel said...

Perfect. Photo and words--absolutely perfect!

Helen said...

It's where we came from, primal and magical at the same time .....

karen said...

Oh yes indeed! Whatever would we do without it - right up there with Trees, for me :)

Everton Terrace said...

My mother longs to live by the sea and here we are in Arizona. I suppose it's the growing up in Liverpool that is in her soul. I love the gurgling of water.

nitebyrd said...

A beautiful, visual "poem", Byrd!