Ethereal shadows impress themselves
upon upon stone walls.
Beneath the bridge,
a river rolls upon his journey;
miles of crystal crests,
collecting unpublished stories
he and friends will enjoy.
Among the many stories,
footpath pebbles trod upon by
mostly unknowns living
solitary lives of struggle and heartbreak.
Leaves catch a ride on a wave,
as they flit from their trees
on a engaging afternoon breeze.
A broken tree branch,
with offspring may take a swim today;
if the swifter winds
decide to challenge it.
A few mosquitoes or flies
will hitch a ride on the back of a bullfrog;
trying to enjoy the show.
A doe stops to take a long drink
of this cool, embracing life force;
not fazed by the bridge walkers.
These are Nature’s stories,
whispers only the water hears
as it gathers them for its
oh, the wondrous tales marine life
will share when it’s finally read;
Copyright © M. L. Kiser | Year Posted 2020
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