Where Do We Go? Pensive Look On 2016th Poem by Floy Dy Ra Aka Floyd Floydson

Where do we go? said a pensive look, looking at the reflection of a small creek, which meanders towards the horizon between some pastures. - Where are you going? asked the willow on the first bend of the river, the above never went any thoughts. Asking because you're rooted here, the brook said to pasture. Should I bring a message from you to your loved ones? Oh, that would be great, said the old Willow, I know, you follow only the gravity and the softness of the ground, but I'll stay here all my life and have a lot of time to think. So do I sometimes said the fleet-footed creek, but are all the banks that I touch with me sing their song, so my own song often no longer seem important. You prefer little creek, never stop and your still small voice to give a sweet melody. Later, when you're a big river you will realize how many other voices seek in thee by ear and never give up your voice to give the sweetest melody, so that you'll still be heard and heard even in the big ocean. Thank you, dear willow, your foresight on my forthcoming period certainly does not help to go down between the diverse voices that will be mixed soon in my flow. Say, what message will you give me of you still with me? I would like to gloat over all the singing, that you transport and to all what you cheer with your water. Greetings send to all, I can not come with you, but tell all plants and seeds, which you give your precious water that I have heard your melody and I give them all my own melody on a journey that will sing it how will it fare them soon, when they also beat roots and settle down and every drop of water will ask: Where will you go? Where do we go?
© Floy Dy Ra,2015/12/31