Waters - Poem by Brian Hairbottle
Beside the mighty roar of the majestic waterfall
In silent awe
listening to the call
of Mother Nature
Silently slipping into the cool waters almost
afraid to disturb
The expanding rippled quarters
No, not even to curb the call of the Wild.
stand in the dappled sunlight and peer
Ever ready to flight
at the strangers before them.
The pebbled bottom of the pool is as smooth and gentle
As is your soft sensitive soul
and if a little sentimental
To be cherished.
Sunlight glistens from the droplets the sparkle in your eyes
Makes time seem but moments
THIS is our world, our lives
entwined forever as our minds and bodies are.
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