Silver ripples shine through sunlit trees,
rushing over half buried rocks and tumbling
small pebbles along the way. Trees hang
over small shaded areas, their leaves trailing
in the water. Ripples fan out in an ever widening
circle as a trout breaks the surface in search of
his morning meal. A mama bird high up in a branch
above breaks into song,singing a morning serenade
to her chicks. While the stream, chuckling and whispering
a hello to all that it passes, meanders on its way.
By Linda Rutherfore
For the contest "Write Me A Rippling Stream "