Stream Ensemble

The gurgling brook starts to babble near here, It murmurs, humming a soft mantra song, With squish, squelch, squirm, its fluid voice is clear, As it splashes, splutters, dancing along. It kisses, caresses the bed of stream, The banks are hugged in sibilant embrace, Ripples lapping, create a lilting dream, Each glug, slurp and slosh is rhythmic in grace. But wind and rain cause torrent gushes loud, That boom, bang, as waves crash against the shore, The river churns into a enraged shroud, That roars, screams, fizzes and hisses once more. The torrent and tranquil, each play their parts In the sound ensemble, the steam imparts.