An inspiration comes and goes
As in the dark a river flows
Beneath the surface pressure grows

I clueless by the geyser stand
Just staring with my stick in hand
At undisturbed and barren land

Eruption happens suddenly
The roaring deluge breaking free
And soaking both my staff and me

I plunge my rod into the ground
Absorbing from the pool around
That felt so deep I could have drowned

Into the mud thin roots are weaved
And now my sprig is sprouting leaves!
Surprising height its crown achieves

As high above the branches swayed
I've grown relaxed and unafraid
I'm simply sitting in the shade

Another day
The Winter blows
My life away
And Summer knows

It's only just
A short respite
I'm ground to dust
And put to flight

My Body cannot Cry,
but my Soul Screams Eternally

Sometimes you wait and nothing happens.
That's why I'm not waiting.

I had fun creating a fairy garden
but now it drives me crazy
I have to pull every single ****
my fairies all are lazy

It wasn't a ****,
Honest!
It was my shoe rubbing the floor,
I promise!
Ok,
So the noise can't be recreated,
I still don't want this debated.
I.
Didn't.
****.

My decisions grow, as moss grows. Slow, slow and unseen between the green-green of expected. My decisions grow, as moss grows. Quietly wild. Shallow threads clutched tight at the sheerness of possible- drinking light from the dark in order to thrive.

My decisions grow, as moss grows. Slow, slow and unseen. No branches, no forks, no watch-wait-and-see, just spores caught on a breeze when I need them.