THE STREAM Sitting listening to the flowing stream, Staring sliding, start to dream, The clear water with the present flow, Takes me places I long to go. The gentle seclusion, the secret place, It starts to become a welcome space, No noise just flow a gentle rush, Oh so slight breeze, calming hush. I’m there now my body at ease, Rustling sound made by the trees. My mind can wander, dream begin This quaint setting for which I’m in. Breathe the air, open your eyes, Watch the hovering dragonflies. Look at the stream one more glance, Here by fate or here by chance. Being there relaxes the mind, Ti’s nature’s way of being kind. Watch the stream, watch it flow, Takes me to places I long to go. johnsbucket (taken from the forthcomig A Little Look Over My Shoulder)
Posted on: Wed, 25 Jun 2014 16:41:56 +0000
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