Wise words are like fresh sweet water,
by spiritual seeker
It's source from the pure white snow in the distant mountains..
That have stood over nature's temper,
battered by the howling winds over centuries.
This pure water, sooths the soul and rise it way above clouds,
It causes dry desert to sprout with flowers abundance,
And gently shape the hardest rock and ground.
It's spray, cool the earth and douse the heat of flame.
It nourishes throughout centuries,
enjoyed by all those who seek and drink it.
It is poetry to a simple man.