Bounty.
Watch with me this crystal-clear vale
complete with cobbled liquid beauty.
Wonder as stone, once randomly freed
tumbled and fell into orderly chaos
where water now pours between
every crack and rock shoulders
downward to meet flat-faced
pooling where fish flash fins.
Celebrate nature's near- foreverness
of continual industry as bird lands
and stares at chances of insect
feed beneath myriad pebbles
amid droplet-dance rattle
on boulder-made lake.
Sing with me this sacred-still place
making its bounty into music.
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Author:
Fay Slimm. (
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Good write Fay.
Ouch! Was that Orchi singing too or another falling rock.
How easily I slip into these scenes you create Fay. I could feel the damp air from the water falling to the rocks, see the ever hunting birds too.
I understand dear Fay, although I haven't been to a lot of waterfalls in my life, I can appreciate that majestic quality they resonate, which you've captured with such impassioned words in your write:
'Sing with me this sacred-still place'..
Amen!
That water pouring over the stone brings such highlight to our lives, as do your words Fay.
Andy
Amazing how water falling can create such serene images, like a brides veil as in your image, and invoke poems such as yours
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