Fluid Poem by Uloia Norris Moore

Wind softly speaking
in years do so allay
all our fears we
do so have

Those that all do know
may I speak of kind
that are mine

Flowing water so we
do tread

Quick moving mind
or so was such said
stumbling not from
rock to rock

The creek that is seen may
be innocent enough
inch wide mile deep
far to dropp I so have

Dropped I know not why
people are different
explain them not why

Yet they do many mistakes
it is I have made
hopefully not many of hate

Just of ignorance unlearned
grace to see into the mind
and not be disgraced

Humbled so as should be
just a lost soul
would be to find the path
it is we all do search for