Harmony's Stream

Bending clear and cold, through rock strewn valley, the creek she gathers. turning withered land to brilliant growth, flooding a narrow, parched mile. Inside I smile. My senses dull in the cool torrent. I am purified in moving harmony, soaked in the rich dew of countless drops. The rushing of waters soothes the dusty paths of the weary. I am safe from angst and fury. A churning beauty of cleansing motion, a stream bed slides from hill to plain through mud and rock and dazzling grains of sand. May drought or dam stop not the peaceful hand!