Twisting, dashing down a cliff,
dancing waters fall so fast,
joining many other streams,
making a river large, at last. Gurgling, laughing over boulders,
singing wordless melody.
There are nooks on mossy banks
to read a story, or just be. Sparkling droplets of mist
makes you feel so cool.
Down the water trail
twinkle fish in a quiet pool. Relaxed for a little while,
limp as a tall green stem,
Watching bushy leaves
as gentle breezes move them. Then, peacefully, home you go
with quiet in your heart
knowing you may return
When silent yearnings start.

by Anne M. Blanchard

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