In the dry blue-stone river bed
I found a place to stop and rest my head
Upon the cool rocks beneath the canopy of shade.
Above, the bark and leaves
were a see of green and grey.
The hues varied, but the context stayed the same.
I relaxed there a while and forgot my name
For the sake of simpler things
With which to be entertained,
Like the smooth refreshing Summer's breeze.
It eased my mind as it turned the leaves
And revealed to me a kaleidoscope
Hidden in the forest's canopy.