The river flowed
So sweetly
Along the riverbed
That I tiptoed
Along the soft grass
Of the bank
Losing myself
To the rhythm of
Trickling water.
I laughed as the rocks
Split the water
And the fish
Frolicked in a clear stream.
I ran my fingers
Along the seem of
The water’s edge
And placed
The cool droplets
Of river onto my dry face.
The sun shone high
As the water ran low
Into the depths of a canyon
The river flowed.
My Pathlights Poetry 