In Sublimation of snow

In sublimation , I sing the song of snow.

I drum , the beat of the snows falling steady rhythm.
My own rhythm in unison .
Our volume changing its direction as the wind blows.

Like the snow , riding on the wind ,
 we too must let all things come and go as they will.

Better to ride on the ebb and flow of the journey ,
 than to try to steer against the wind.


 Lark