Falling Water

God love the sound
Of falling water

No other love
Is required

All our existence
Springs from

Rain splashing
Waves crashing

And the music
Sung

As water
Falls

Through us
All

Tree Strokes

These sky-full trees
With perfect strokes
Paint the wide world
This cloud mural
Unrolled across
A canvas sky

Pity those poor
Treeless folk
Forced to paint in
Frantic industry
Concrete and glass
Grey and hard shine