Sunlight filters through the trees
In a wooded glade, a gentle breeze
The sound of water over stone
In this place, my heart calls home
A rippling stream from way up high
Where tree tops seem to reach the sky
On it travels to a distant shore
Over waterfalls and forest floor
Sparkling, diamonds reflected light
Never ending in its flight
In the gorge where it runs deep
It slows down to just a creep
A trout looks up into the sky
A tasty meal, is a dragonfly
A kingfisher is waiting for smaller fish
Not long before he gets his wish
The coolness of this wooded scene
At one with nature so serene
Peace of mind, my thoughts they stray
My troubles seem to drift away
I love this kind of poem, a thoughtful look at nature which can only bring on a day of peace. Bob
rare to see such a long stream of couplets that flow so easily from one to the next... Really does give a feel of serenity... I want to be in this place that dreams must be made of!
serenity.. a safest place, in this disturbed world..... the words are singing, a fine piece sir...
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What a beautiful word you use as a title first of all Bob. - and your words seem to imbibe the flowing of water so potently that we are carried with you on into your own serenity. Thank you - a lovely piece.10 from Fay.