Twisting, dashing down a cliff, <br />dancing waters fall so fast, <br />joining many other streams, <br />making a river large, at last. Gurgling, laughing over boulders, <br />singing wordless melody. <br />There are nooks on mossy banks <br />to read a story, or just be. Sparkling droplets of mist <br />makes you feel so cool. <br />Down the water trail <br />twinkle fish in a quiet pool. Relaxed for a little while, <br />limp as a tall green stem, <br />Watching bushy leaves <br />as gentle breezes move them. Then, peacefully, home you go <br />with quiet in your heart <br />knowing you may return <br />When silent yearnings start.<br /><br />Anne M. Blanchard<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/respite/
