I tend to personify with the natural settings in metaphor.. so much so I really get into the personification in lyricism.
OF ONE STONED BROOK
Lyrics by Katherine Scorzo aka Faunaserene
little do we know when the wind blowsjust peer just gaze just look trip out in the forest wood listen to the stoned brook it wonders about you as you wander about
oblivious to how it checks you out THe stoned brook has eyes and ears harken and hear it has a heart filled with tears liquid though its voice seems hidden
its waters are driven drunk on its own blessed fluidity you are oblivious to its lucidity
its clarity... it flows across little stones all the little stones bathe in its blissful whistfulness it speakes
come to me across the little pebbles and stones they make a path to you to bathe your feet in my sweetness yur allowed to pass over me
let me soothe you with my silent knowledge as your feet tread gently hopping youll see and hear such beauty your not alone your closer to the Divine than you surmise and you didnt even need to be high. exalted in some far off sky.
no youll find the magical presence
in every nook and cranny of this space this gorgeous essence
your oblivious the atmosphere itself is a manifestation
of the smiling Divine
shining so shine like the reflection giving such direction
to be clear like the stoned one
The stoned Brook
All RIghts Reserved
Katherine Scorzo aka Faunaserene