| 6:51p |
Notes drawn from the river.
A small stream winds its way
through the deep, dark woods.
It’s a place of fantasy and fiction,
somewhere drawn from the imagination.
I sit beside the cool, clear stream,
drag my fingers through its water.
Where does it lead, I wonder?
Does it feed some distant, surging river?
The only sounds I hear
belong to the music of mother nature.
The rustling leaves, the bubbling, running brook,
the birds and crickets chirping.
My breathing slows to match their gentle pace.
Tranquility overcomes us all.
We are an orchestra of notes
conducted by an invisible hand.
Current Mood: tired
Current Music: "The O.C." Sountrack, Mix 1 |