Picturesque

April 5, 08
Over the sides of rocks, rippling
Every disjointed ripple and curve
Just as beautiful as the calm still
Air that I breathe; that picks up
From that beautiful scene, Purity.

Falling from heights and hope
Over the tumbling rocks; spurting
Just as striking in it's imperfect
Surface that was once a mirror
For I still see that pretty, Purity.

Sides eroding as the soft packed
Mud sifts into sand to the bottom
Sides still standing tall even as
It breaks, but each crack is life's
Imperfection, balanced life, Purity.

And even if acid rain fell on me
Standing high above this fall
I'd say it is wondrous purity; for
Even the flaws are harmonious
Because it is how I wish to see

Perfect, Pristine... Purity