I watch as sunlight dapples through the branches
How it dances on top of deep pools o' a stream
Mesmerizing me much into my surroundings
These are always the colors found in my dreams
Time exposes all their dull mustards and deep reds
All the various hues of brown and green, blue and grey
Twisting and folded soil layers and exposing clays
The color and tone laying like carpets along these banks
In awe of such shining and dullness found together
Found in the pebbles and stones scattered by their ranks
The jagged outstretched roots overhanging forever
Torn out of the earth and bleached away like bones
Skeltons left behind half buried by a spring flood
Still grasping and clinging to hold on to where it once grow'n
Letting my imaginary brush taste even the clay and mud
That paints away such a rich tapestry I’ve known