The Hidden Stream
.Hidden from all the world. The damp wetness of the rocks, as the water gently washes over them. The sun can barley be seen in this spot, It only is able to cast rays and shadows over the quiet stream, causing light to peak through. Leaves slowly sway in the gentle breeze, one may fall and dance and twirl into the wetness of the stream. This world is unseen, it is nestled quietly in silence. Hidden in tranquility and calmness.
Dance leaves upon the gentle breeze, you are hidden now, from human eye,so quiet and so still. Unbothered, untouched by human hand and error. You know no wrong. Rest and sleep in your world that is full of love and harmony. Such peace that it can be smelled in the air. Gentle flower petal cradle yourself, as you fall and float down the stream. Your colors are still breath taking. Rest and sleep be still. A sparrow will soon visit, he offers you no harm nor trouble.
She is thirsty from her flight. The leaves and surrounding grain will sway peacefully in the air, they offer you music, along your travel. The music of nature. Sleep and rest unharmed, untouched. Untouched by human error or human hand. Only touched by the perfect one. The creator
Copyright © Sarah Bowman | Year Posted 2011
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