Ever Flowing
As a current ebbs and flows,
ever changing where it goes.
Drifting down the path it chose,
gently touching all it knows.
In summer’s heat, it thins and slows,
with winter’s storms, it thrives and grows.
Its beauty in its highs and lows,
profound and deep, like rhythmic prose.
The wind, across the water, blows,
at dusk, a fiery sunset glows.
Reflection on the water shows,
a perfect day has reached its close.
Jennifer Martin