Embracing the imperfect The clouds drift as tides turnRising to the fall;Dancing to nature's rhythmsRapturous in its melodies.Embracing the imperfect. Moist in its mossy havensDroplets form; beads begin to move andSoon the trickle becomes a brook.The brook a stream as it finds its own bedWeaving it's wayEmbracing the imperfect. The feather floats and falls,Reminders of…