Tadpoles scatter in all the creeks,
murky water paints as if field wildflowers.
Feet impact the standing water,
little yet loud laughter impacts the air.
Crayfish scurrying further and further away, from busy flowing water to still standing ponds.
Sunbeams catching up with SPF 55,
as silt settles and the fish go upstream,
Soon the trout begin to bring more life,
here to my growing infinite dream.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem