# The Brook # Poem by Marvin Brato Sr

The cascading stream

sings a melody of life

as it fills the open river

that continuously flowing

into the ocean of memories.



The rainfall replenishes

the bosom pond of water

from which surge endlessly

fresh irrigate of our existence.



The century earth is blessed

as the river nestles on its breast

bathing relentlessly to wash off dust

while every living creature drinks from it.



Even the stones on the sand

has cooled its body from sunburn

when water pours on the riverbank

thus quench the thirst of the planetarium.