Stream stroll.....
I walk a stroll and wake a stream,
With stick, with Stone and boot. Over land she rolls, without
hesitation,
Through valley and town, a nature\'s creation .
A source to creature,Short, fat or tall,
For Those that flap, walk or crawl.
Home to Fish and fly, to beauty and the beast,
Whom drink their fill, and eat it\'s bounteous feast.
A Mountain top beginning, a kitchen tap it\'s end,
a glass so pure from land, a life force it will extend.
An orchestral sound, as I sit here by its side,
A feeling touched within, that no tear can ever hide.
Nature at its earliest form, laid out here next to me.
I\'ve never felt so close to her, at this stream side, i am free.