THE BROOK THAT BABBLES

Slivers of sunlight flit through the trees
Orchestral manoeuvres, shadows of leaves waltz in the light
Willows, ferns and lilies majestically bow and pay homage
All stand in awe of the Creator of the brook that babbles

Frolicking, giggling, winding, crystal clear waters run gleefully like children
Gliding over smooth boulders and stone, shaped through patience and time
Dispersing currents divide, swirling in crevices, playing hide and seek
Cold, fresh water spills over my naked feet and I cannot help but smile

Protective branches, a mother’s embrace, overshadow this giver of life
Yet she outruns these rooted giants, congregating later in sun reflected pools
Rocks of ages stand sentry both along and inside this brook that babbles
Multi coloured silhouettes uniquely fingerprinted, textured and sized

And our Creator said … “It is good” and mankind smiled heavenward
Nothing man-made can ever compare to God’s perfect beauty in nature
I stand humming in this rivulet, birds flutter and sing in the trees
A gracefully spun spider’s web glistens with dew drops
And I am grateful for this remarkable brook that babbles