Woodland Brook
Soft at first, the melody grows louder as I near
The carefree brook skips through the wood
Singing to herself, laughing at her song
Warmed by the sun whose golden fingers
Dance upon the surface, and caress the ripples
She meanders aimlessly, exploring, embracing
I am taken by the silence that surrounds me
No sound save the waters lullaby
Her symphony floating lightly o'er the glen
I bask in the peaceful essence of the moment
Nature, christened in her flowered gown
Applauds the melodic serenade
11/15,2011
Copyright © Bob Quigley | Year Posted 2011
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