The Stream

The moss, so soft the you can't even feel it

The air so quiet that it’s almost dead

The cold ice water going down the stream

The calm stream so quiet that you can’t even hear it

The rocks so slippery that it feels like you're skating

Feels like no one is here

The shadows begins to cover the stream while it begins to disappear

The leaves drop water, it feels like it’s raining

The smell of the moist air

Sitting by the stream and watching it go down

The stream so loud that it sounds like a lion’s roar

The leaves fall off the trees and land in the stream's water

While you sit on the rocks, the sun looks at you

While it begins to disappear

The trees look at you like you're their friend