Forests and Waterfalls

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A Brook

Running, running,

as fast as I can go.

Twisting, turning.

They stop and watch me,

filled with energy.

They stare, and wonder

about my origin, and wonder

how I feel in speaking my mind,

to anyone nearest me who cares to hear

my happy tunes playing

against the flanking rocks.

They jerk themselves back to reality,

mesmerized by my expressions.

They are forced to bury all thoughts

for yet another time,

another place.

At last, nature’s alone -

comforted by the silence 

accept for me,

for I still play my happy tunes...

~ Bill Breneman ~