The Purest Music

One fine day as I was traversing the green, in the last throes of Autumns' twilight. I sat upon a flat stone, overlooking a trilling brook, to ponder the meaning of life. As I sat ,and thought, the soft chimes of music, from the water spirits, lulled me into a dream state. Some where in that liquid crystal, stubborn stones are worn smooth, by the passage of time. Elsewhere the fluidous mercury, rushes toward a cleft , a water fall. Bringing forth melodies, never to be reproduced , by mere human hands. As my lids grow heavy, I'm awakened by the flash of silver, denizens , silhouetted by the last rays of the setting sun.. With regret its time to leave, as I turn to go , a misty rainbow is captured , by the fading beams of light. I smile, at peace, the promise , the sun will once again , eclipse the horizon.