Respite Poem by Anne M. Blanchard

Twisting, dashing down a cliff,
dancing waters fall so fast,
joining many other streams,
making a river large, at last. Gurgling, laughing over boulders,
singing wordless melody.
There are nooks on mossy banks
to read a story, or just be. Sparkling droplets of mist
makes you feel so cool.
Down the water trail
twinkle fish in a quiet pool. Relaxed for a little while,
limp as a tall green stem,
Watching bushy leaves
as gentle breezes move them. Then, peacefully, home you go
with quiet in your heart
knowing you may return
When silent yearnings start.