Babble On

Wild little brook in such a hurry Lifting your face to the sun Tumbling over the hours and days Chatting along as you run Hundreds of tiny glass sail boats Blinking and glittering by Before crafty cumulus scoops them away To moorings way up in the sky Babble on little brook unrelenting Casting your watery spells Murmuring muttering mumbles The peel of your bubble bells A flurry of pink blossom petals Whipped high by a southerly gust Showers your face in confetti To alter your pace as it must Hush now little brook, are you listening? And can you hear yourself think? With the dragonflies darting and zipping Magically gone in a blink Babble on little brook while we’re sleeping Determine your course in the dark And we will awaken tomorrow To the flute of the meadowlark