I am a pipe the wind blows through, Be still, it is the wind that sings. The course of my life and the things that I do And the seeming false and the seeming true Are the tune of the wind that neither knows Good and ill, nor joys and woes. But the ultimate awe is deeper yet Than song or pipe or storm; For pipe and tune are the formless wind That seemed for a while to take form. And words are good to escape from words And strife to escape from strife, But silence drinks in all the waves Of song and death and life ~Arthur Osborne
Amazing. I love the purple and see through to the leaves. I also love the poem. I don't really see them together. Maybe an ocean with the waves going crazy and storm cloud coming in on one side. But both are none the less beautiful in their own way.