circles

Essence of heaven, melting from mountain tops and trickling across the toes of star shaped blossoms. Flowing between houses, roaring by highways. Slowing to cross fields and meadows. Through farms and towns, and cities. Becoming glassy placid lakes, over falls to rivers end, and into the open, eager, mouth of the sea. Rays from celestial fire reach down and gather up a vapour from her, and out of the vapour forms a mist and from the mist puffy white vessels are fashioned, carried on the breath of God again to mountain tops.