are you a dreamer?

The rage of storm cloud insight
the beauty of divine
Coalesce together as the droplets form a line
from one odd shape the other
dancing to and fro
eventually streaming, still
together calling a name we know.
Each petal softly fallen
to its final resting place
forever feels no sorrow
nor knows such name as haste.
Leaves stooping now in unison
to master unseen, but known
declaring the beauty of divine
the glory that is thine.
For amidst the tempest sings
a sparrow small and sweet
and from its lips cries haste the day
as sorrow soon whilst cease.
Running or standing
where are we this time?
Sad it seems too often
backs are turned
missing the beauty
the rage
the divine.
Why aren’t you dreaming?