Escaping from work loads and pressure
Gasping for some fresh air and beautiful melody
I listen to the gurgling of water
The whispering of wind
The rustling of leaves
The chirping of worms
And all these commotion and sound of nature
Are like the voice of God
Intimate and heartwarming, soothing and calming
Coming from heaven
Creek gurgling over rocks.
How, Just, Perfect,
is that?
I come home to great works of literature submerged in water
Knee deep
The landlady tells me not to worry
You don't need sugar in coffee - you're sweet enough
Arteta, the Arsenal manager is asked about superlatives
The poet within him replies, "I don't mind adjectives".
February's gurgle's long gone
The sound of snow melting's moved on
From Chicago they banned it
It seems now it's landed
Somewhere near 'Greenland's front lawn'
When we had small farms, the child in me loved natural springs
Almost every memory of farming has a bubbling spring choir -
These days, as I recycle water from my sink in bottles, for my plants
Each day, I hear ancient music our tribes smiled at, near pond and wells
Real Magic: Life and WATER. Garden. Family. Farm. Food. Freedom Music
in gurgling rapids
salmon jumping ladders
while grizzlies feast
AP: 3rd place 2022
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