babbling brook...... you call to me
come ...............seek my destiny
through the maze......... of canopy
i ponder ..........on the end to be

just but a whisper..... as you wind
through the narrows you left behind
birds in song............ do remind
of beautiful places within my mind

light bewilders......... all to see
an opening ..............entices me
no more a brook ......for you to be
as you emerge ...into your identity

effortlessly ...you fall from grace
behind you.... a majestic rock face
a gilded beauty...... of white lace
constantly ...within time and space

delicately you dance on rocks below
a natural pool... of your afterglow
serened by the green that does grow
a brook once more ..for you to flow.......