gentle moving cumulus
painted bundled roses
white tint of smokes
cloudy; mud in brooks
hugging mountaintops
bare-naked shiny rocks
moist dripping down cliff
to ferns; grandpas on earth
water flows down river
shallow yet it sparkles
like your smile in morning mist
i could feel it, i could even taste
Manonton Dalan
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-feel-it-2/
