Babbling Brook
On and on went the constant stream of
sound..
I got lost in my own musings, the second
time around.
She babbled her notions, to living things
that drank her.
They savored up everything, that she had
to offer.
I followed her down to the end of the
journey..
Laying down next to her, I enjoyed the
tranquility!
Babbling Brook was spent from her travels
of the day.
But, she kept on moving as time drifted
away.
All of the rumors of nature, were imparted
to me..
Of what was to come and what was to be.
She slowed down her stream coming
upon a nook..
Never can she really rest~for she is a
babbling brook.
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