what once floated on lost
grew roots from the sky, and they
wrapped around clouds, painting them
luminous and full of harmony,
and the roots of found rained down
in gentle hold, showed the trees
how to stay the seasons, how to last
they spread and deepened, wove
through time, centuries of roots,
paths that crossed and crossed again
until it became one path that grew
and led us home
Talking to the Clouds 
your words are beautiful!
I echo the sentiments above.
Once again, your voice, your eye, your verse resound as one . . . Thank you!
Thanks so much, Peter
Wow. I love the journey from lost to found, to led home.
Thank you, š
Love your photos!
enjoy the depth here… so much like roots