Christopher Tye Poems
By The Babbling Brook
By the babbling brook
By the babbling brook I rest myself,
Watching damsel-flies hovering above the water,
Fish darting around for food and shelter,
Birds on the wing looking for their food,
Water boatmen swimming around without a care in the world,
The gentle breeze dropping petals into the water,
The banks covered in lush green grass,
The bull rushes and water lilies slowly spreading,
A little twig floating by towards the bridge,
The merry song of nature and water in harmony,
The afternoon sun glinting of the water,
Why would I want to be ...
If I made a mistake, would you forgive me?
If I die, would you mourn my passing?
If I found love, would you be happy for me?
If I fall from grace, would you stand by me?
If I could be a better person, would I be?
If I could change the past would I?