The Secret Creek- For My Daughter

Across the brook they are calling me calling me to join in and be free, across the ripples they are calling me to truly learn to be, and just like a fairy sings cheerily sings cheerily of the sacred space, and just like a child I am wearily creeping closer to the place. Down by the creek we are listening listening to the sounds of peace, down by the creek where the trees do swing and the rivers bend and crease, I sit on the edge where the green moss grows grows so thick I could sleep all day, I sit on the edge where the crickets crow and the ripples jump and play. Up by the rock where the light shines down and the shadows dance on a moonlit night, up by the rocks the fairy queen wears her crown before the days first light, in the waters deep where I rest my feet and the fish slip past with their strong thick tails, in the waters deep where the rivers meet is where I go by trail. I will miss this place still so crystal clear where my heart can rest from its weary past, I will miss this space but my biggest fear is that this place won't last.