The Brook, The Creek, The River Flow
The water of the brook sings a song of joy as it flows
It has a conversation that only it can understand,
or perhaps a grasshopper at the edge of the brook
can understand
scratching its legs
it seems to nod in agreement to the brook.
The creek tinkles
like bells that a nearby fairy can hear.
The creek dances on the
banks and splashes and plays.
The river moves slowly
continuing toward the sea. It says,
“I am too sleepy to hurry or create such chatter.”
Then it flows down a hill
and starts to pick up speed and finds its
voice.
A soft roar at first,
growing more steady as it caresses boulders and rocks.
A chatter of jubilation as it twists and turns
knowing that the sea is its true home.
MaryLee Eischen April 2022
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