Ripples

Silent psalm in secret subdued fury,
nature's watery fingers flowing softly
through the rustic core,
but having left their liquid prints
sculptured in hollowed messages,
Mother Earth's words with a visually stunning stain.

They bring their remnant essence
into the mind as metaphors of presumption's ruination,
and stir reminders of life's transcendence.

A note written that deeply sketches itself
within one's consciousness's parchment,
how there is no time of surety's seconds
when what stands defiant
can't feel a ripple from powers beyond its grasp.

Awe flows in the gaze,
this majesty of miracle
tending in its muted splendor,
that appreciated thundering in awakening,
about how the frail sheath that beats in our preoccupations
is never a concrete hearth.

Another scenic sonnet,
which speaks in its potent majestic artistry,
the inspiration for a passion
to never take a single glance
without knowing it might not come again.