These dried woods has traveled <br />more than my legs could imagine <br />taken by rough flow, dried by sun <br />picked by hungry beaks, a shade <br />for weary creatures in search <br />now my eyes adored them; so pretty <br /> <br />I am sitting by river banks, clear <br />no fish to see, only crystal water <br />shadows of rocks; taller than me <br />one is like lips kissing clouds <br />and changing as sun moves gently <br />to a point where it disappear <br />i waited 'til it became a pear<br /><br />Manonton Dalan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/that-could-be/
