It’s not the peas that take down the swelling
It’s the ice
Frozen stifles what runs too free
Its not the thirst saying I’m alive
It’s the quench of rebirth that revives
Its not the care I carry that releases you
It’s the weight I let go of
So I can rise and help from another plane
Water in three forms
Isn’t it a trinity?
Another reflection of God
dVersepoetspub.com prompt for Tuesday is “Water in its 3 forms, solid, liquid, gas”.