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