It\'s January 3rd here in Canada with the worst of Jack Frost still to come
I,..my soul longs for the warmth of our mighty sun
For nature walks in the woods
With soothing tranquility of babbling brooks
Well I guess I\'ll do these dishes. I wash a bowl. I fiddle with the tap. Too much pressure.
Just a little less. Just a smidge less. Yes,there,there. Right there. That\'s the spot.
I can hear it. The sound of my beautiful babbling brook
But I can\'t see it. Maybe if I close my eyes I\'ll get a better look
I can see the woods. It\'s beautiful lush green foliage
The trees are becoming more in focus
If I open them now it\'s a spoiled image
Its getting a little more loud
The sun is warm with not a cloud
And the forest is abundantly alive
I\'m feeling a little more revived
Now a little louder
Sounds like its just up around the corner
Yes! There it is!! My beautiful babbling brook!!!
Hiding in a nook,...
...within the woods of my mind.
Written by;W.J.Gerhardt๐