The Brook Poem by BLESS JOY

Beneath the willow shades
Sparkling in the twilight moon
Twixt chirpings that rise canorously
The brooke that follows my footsteps

Cool breeze wrapped in dusty flakes
From murky towns and city streets
Rush through to it’s solitary bosom
To be entombed in the rythmic flow

Raindrops trying to kiss away
Innocence that reflects a crystal glow
Beatified by the flower shower
That hangs from atop the trees.