A greenish yellow leaf
from a cottonwood tree
floats peacefully
on the shimmering surface
of the Feather River.
Blue dragon flies buzz lazily
and cool green water
flows gently over mossy rocks
while silvery rainbow trout
hover just beneath the surface.
Blue jays screech
and everything else is quiet
the way it is in the mountains
on a summer afternoon.
Sometimes I feel
just like a little leaf
floating down the river
following the currents of God
helping me through white water
before bringing me safely
to a deep and peaceful pool
where I can drift contentedly
in the warm and gentle sun.
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this is wonderful, truly. thank you for posting (and making me smile which such elegant imagery) . - EN