tourist of the world,

perhaps falling,

in droplets, crystal clear.

Or floating upward, unnoticed,

forming puffs of steamy white clouds,

drifting over deep blue oceans,

finally bursting into soft, fluffy snow,

falling onto tall, majestic


or in low, sleeping valleys,

and glistening, sparkling, pure,

in moonlight’s glow.

Photo by Lane Erickson, do not copy