The Stream Poem by nicholas chapman

The Stream

Like golden hair the waters flow around the rocks in the stream,
Bubbling, cascading, painting silky curves in the calm waters of a dream,
The breeze gently sending ripples of reflections as if all is at play,
The sun shimmering, glistening, dancing like a firework display.
Its course taking it through valleys created by floods and rain,
Snake like it moves gently, purring along its chosen plain,
Traveling through the countryside as it gazes on our plight,
Passing windmills with blades swirling turning in their flight,
Meandering past villages, pubs and farms, enhancing their delight.
Like the cycle of life ceaseless unending part of natures endless fight.