Graceful stream, sunny day,
Sparkling water, running down,
Smoothly prickling, on my feet,
Nothing stopping, on its path,
Such strength, on this element,
Such a huge, contentious force,
Has erode, along its pathway,
With its swabbing, tracing road.
Only time could dash its silhouette,
And its effect, could shape the wall,
On designing, stunning countryside,
To amaze, a town or more.
Forcing water, carving landscape,
Making sounds, and singing songs,
Fascinating softly lullaby,
Amusing me, while passing by.
Flowing water, clashing bubbles,
Hypnotizing to whom, it saw,
Big delight, I puffed on shallow,
Happy summer, with such a throw.
Jumping strongly innocently;
Into shallow to this stream,
Diving carefully, crushing gently,
That's the creek in my dreams!
Zoila T. Flores
Topic(s) of this poem: childhood