Quietly Running
Quietly running in between the trees
The stream yields to nothing, forging on
It portrays the mood of the forest
Record the stream and everything around it
Just for a day and you write a story
The river flows like time, smooth, never stopping
Faster and slower, depending on the weather
A stream journey must come to an end
It will come to meet a larger body
Lakes, rivers, ponds, and small pools
The stream is the lifeblood of these things
The veins, connecting to arteries, then to the heart
In haste or slowness, it reaches an end
James Uccello '14