On the Tranquility of Turmoil

Water falls cast their spray upon the rocks Misty air cools the parched plants along the banks The rhododendrons bow their coloured heads Douglas fir reach to the sky. (11) The noonday sun peers through the trees Casts the stream in a silver grey Red squirrel scampers out of vision Mongrel dog barks at the children. (111) Lone fisherman casts his fly Trout jump on the other side Thoughts rush incessantly through the mind Broken only by the noise of children playing.